1.White Light ／ White Heat
White light, White light goin' messin' up my mind
White light, and don't you know its gonna make me go blind
White heat, aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
White light, Ooo have mercy white light have it goodness knows
White light, White light goin' messin' up my brain
White light, Aww white light its gonna drive me insane
White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows, do it
Hmm hmm, White light
Aww I surely do love to watch that stuff tip itself in
Hmm hmm, White light
Watch that side, watch that side don't you know it gonna be dead
in the drive
Hmm hmm, White heat
Hey foxy mama watchin' her walk down the street
Hmm hmm, White light
Come up side your head gonna make a deadend on your street
White light, White light moved in me through my brain
White light, White light goin' makin' you go insane
White heat, Aww white heat it tickle me down to my toes
White light, Aww white light I said now goodness knows
White light, Aww white light it lighten up my eyes
White light, don't you know it fills me up with suprise
White light, Aww white heat tickle me down to my toes
White light, Aww white light I tell you now goodness knows, now
work it
Hmm hmm, White light
Aww she surely do moves me
Hmm hmm, White light
Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak everybody gonna
go and make it every week
Hmm hmm, White heat
Aww sputter mutter everybody gonna go kill their mother
Hmm hmm, White light
Here she comes, here she comes, everybody get 'n gone make me
run to her
2.The Gift
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which
meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive
long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to
Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain
fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain
faithful.
But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at
night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing
and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his
eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the
smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of
sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies
of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't
understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had
intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She
needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade
was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons
lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a
word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated
Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared
enough to write.
It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails.
Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the
accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself？ It was absurdly simple. He would
ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the
supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a
staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build.
He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A
few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably
be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and
the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked
the package
'Fragile', and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam
rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the
look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the
package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in
person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd
only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he
felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a
very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had
been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her
and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he
didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown
adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.
Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the
porch screen
door and into the kitchen. 'Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin
outside.' 'Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!' Marsha tightened the belt
on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some
salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. 'I'm
supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but,' she wrinkled her nose, 'they make
me feel like
throwing up.' Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an
exercise she'd
seen on television. 'God, don't even talk about that.' She got
up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink
and blue
vitamins. 'Want one？ Supposed to be better than steak,' and then
attempted to
touch her knees. 'I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri
again.'
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that
supported the
telephone. 'Maybe Bill'll call,' she said to Sheila's glance.
Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. 'After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through
with him.' 'I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all
over the place.'
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. 'The thing
is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after
all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to
him. You know
what I mean.' She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with
her hand over
her mouth. 'I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a
while,' here
she bent forward in a whisper, 'I wanted to!' Now she was
laughing very loudly.
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow
Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When
Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his
yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip
that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den.
'What do you
think it is？' Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded
behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle
of the living
room. 'I dunno.'
Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he
listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape
that ran down
the center of the carton. 'Why don't you look at the return
address and see who
it's from？' Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.
Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched
label. 'Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!' 'That schmuck!' said Sheila. Waldo trembled
with expectation.
'Well, you might as well open it,' said Sheila. Both of them
tried to lift the
staple flap. 'Ah sst,' said Marsha, groaning, 'he must have
nailed it shut.'
They tugged on the flap again. 'My God, you need a power drill
to get this
thing open!' They pulled again. 'You can't get a grip.' They
both stood still,
breathing heavily.
'Why don't you get a scissor,' said Sheila. Marsha ran into the
kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she
remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran
downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. 'This is the best I could find.' She was very out
of breath.
'Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die.' She sank into a large fluffy
couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking
tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there
wasn't enough
room. 'God damn this thing!' she said feeling very exasperated.
Then smiling,
'I got an idea.' 'What？' said Marsha. 'Just watch,' said Sheila,
touching her
finger to her head.
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that
he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he
could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood
quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank
down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath,
and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the
masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through
the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little
rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
3.Lady Godiva's Operation
Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another curly haired boy, just another toy
Sick with silence she weps sincerely
saying word that have oh so clearly been said
so long ago
Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder
Life has made her that much bolder now
that she's found out how
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
pretty passing care
Hair today now dipped in the water
Making love to every poor daughter's son
isn't it fun
Now today propping grace with envy
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
and hasn't a care
Doctor is coming the nurse thinks SWEETLY
Turning on the machines that NEATLY pump air
the body lies bare
Shaved and hairless what once was SCREAMING
now lies silent and almost SLEEPING
the brain must have gone away
Straped securly to the white table
ether caused the body to wither and writhe
underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
sees the growth as just so much cabbage
that now
must be cut away
Now come the moment of Great! Great! Decision!
The doctor is making his first incision
One goes here--one goes there
The ether tube's leaking says someone who's sloppy
the patient it seems is not so well sleeping
The screams echo up the hall
Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes his blade
cagily slow from the brain
By my count of ten--
the head won't move
4.Here She Comes Now
(Reed, Cale, Morrison)
Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now
Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now
Oh Oh, it look so good
She's made out of wood
Just look and see
5.I Heard Her Call My Name
(Reed)
Ever since I was on cripples Monday,
I've got my eyeballs on my knees.
I rapped for hours with mad Mary Williams,
she said she never understood a word from me
because, I know that she cares about me,
I heard her call my name.
And I know that she's long, dead and gone,
still it ain't the same.
When I wake up in the morning, mama,
I heard her call my name.
I know she's dead and long, gone.
I heard her call my name.
And then I felt my mind split open.
I know that she's long, dead and gone,
still it ain't the same.
When I wake up in the morning, mama,
I heard her call my name.
I know she's dead and long, gone.
Still, I heard her call my name.
And then my mind split open.
6.Sister Ray
Doug and Sally inside
They cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Whip it on.
Rosie and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
Who just got back from Carolina
She said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her sailor
Who's big and dressed in pink and leather
He's just here from Alabama
He wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Aw just like Sister Ray said
Lay it on him.
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
On no man I haven't got the time-time
To busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Oh she does just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said c-c-c-c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
Ah do it do it just su-su-su-suck
That's ju-ju-just excellente
Oh!
Now who is that knocking
Who's knocking at my chamber door
Now could it be the police
They come and take me for a ride-ride
Oh but I haven't got the time-time
Hey hey hey she's busy sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Aw now do it just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh now just like
Oh just like
Ah just like
Ah just like
Oh just like
Oh just like.
Doug and Sally inside
Now move it along
Cookin' for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
Who's licking off Pig Pen
I'm s-s-s-searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit is sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
Just like
Oh just like
Do it do it do it
Just like
Just like
Just like.
Now Rosie and Miss Rayon
They busy waiting for her booster
She's just back from Carolina
She said she's bound to beat a sailor
I said she haven't got the time-time
You're busy sucking on my ding-dong
You busy sucking on my ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Whip it on me Jim
Said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh do it now just like
Just like Sister Ray said.
I said now Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks it shoots it bang between three and four
He aims it at the sailor
He shoots him down dead on the floor
Oh you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll hit the carpet
Don't you know you'll mess the carpet.
Oh she hasn't got the time-time
Busy sucking on his ding-dong
She's busy sucking on his ding-dong
Now just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
Couldn't hit it sideways
Couldn't hit it sideways
And just like
And just like
And just like
S-Sister Ray said
Now do it to him.
Doug and Sally inside
They're busy cooking for the Down Pipe
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Busy licking off her Pig Pen
I'm busy searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Now just like
Now just like
I said ah-uh
Just like
Amph-ph-ph-ph-phetimine.
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