The Black Angel's Death Song (The Velvet Underground)
The myriad choices of his fate set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose What had he to lose
Not a ghost-bloodied country all covered with sleep where the black angel did weep not an old city street in the east Gone to choose
And wandering's brother walked on through the night with his hair, in his face long a long splintered cut from the knife Of G.T.
The Rally Man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long to his skull Shrill yell
Shining brightly, red-rimmed and red-lined with the time effused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razors forget in the pain antiseptic remains coo goodbye So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget where you come from the stools of your eyes serve to realize pain Choose again
And Roberman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse for the loss of a horse went the bowels in the tail of a rat Come again, choose to go
And if epiphanies terror reduced you to shame have your head bobbed and weaved choose a side To be on
If the stone glances off split didactics in two lay the color of the mouse trails all's green try between, if you choose If you choose, try to lose for the loss of remain come and start Start the game I chi-chi, chi-chi I chi-chi-chi, ka-ta-ko, choose to choose choose to choose, choose to go