Past the road to Vernon's Parish,
Our tailpipe was sprayin' sparks.
The preacher in the Calvary Church
Felt cold fingers 'round his heart....
Now if you see a fiery fall
Of comets in the East,
Or the shadow slinkin' 'cross the moon
Of some wiry, haggard beast,
If you feel your blood congeal
And you've the urge to call a priest,
Never fear, it'll disappear,
You can rest tonight in peace.
Well, you might want to run outside
And fall down on your face,
You might scream or you might pray
Or you might vacillate,
You might give the United Way,
But no matter what you done,
I tell you, straight,
You can't escape the fate
Of Harley David's son!
Oh, the days they've been swept away from me
Like the fires through a slum.
But when I die I'll roam the night,
The Ghost of Harley David's son!"
--Lucius Shepard, _Green Eyes_
/////////////Now it's time for facts you need to know to continue breathing...
_Green Eyes_ is amazing. Green-eyed Technopsuedozombies, Voodoo, Faith Healing
Combined With Christian Fast Food, Alternate Dimensions, etc.
Buy _Green Eyes_. Buy Shepard's _Life During Wartime_ as well. It's even
better: a helicopter who thinks it's God, combat drugs cults, psionic armies,
etc.
Steve Barr barrstev@steffi.uncg.edu
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"Is it enough to be an industry pundit and international sex symbol, or do I
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