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WINTERLAND (annex to Fillmore auditorium)

"The people waiting in lines are their own shows."
- Robert E. Lawrence, light showman

amazing graces and easy riders
proud marys, some bodies to love
desolation rowers, crystal spiders
sail in on bright yellow subs

unknown soldiers, california dreamers
sunshine supermen, suzie cues,
brown eyed girls, daydream believers
here to cure summertime blues

baby loves, blue cheer leaders
elusive butterflies, gypsy jokers
born under bad sign bleeders
shout peace love to passing brokers

runaways spare changing the crowd
the drowning men only Jesus can see
jivin' loud, panthers, black and proud
boys now on a wall in washington dc

not so sweet martha lorraines
sad eyed ladies from Des Moines
acid queens scorch their brains
asking all for roaches and coins

old angels, young angels feel all right
kids fresh from the greyhound depot
ask them where to crash later tonight
white rabbits hug surreal pillows

riders of the storm and hanger-on'ers,
players and played, layers and laid,
mind blowers and secret knowers,
quakers and satyrs, lovers and haighters,
the rolling stoned, apostles of the dead
flow to the booth to pay their bread

beneath strobes and ultraviolet
even our words flash and splinter
in rapid firing shadow and light
your white levis combust in cool
luminousities and a thousand years
on, this paler shade of your thighs
still burns behind my eyes

and all because
five foot few of southern
comforted soul boils in
rainbows of oil blobs
her hair become scattering birds
that voice glows, sobs
cyan and roan
screams
just another
part of her heart
into the microphone