Gore Vidal Gomez

Unctuous and tenebrous, adjurations painless,
You've aligned with well-hung stars.
Point me to the nearest car
So I can get away.
From the monomania and all its regalia;
I am hanging on to doubt.
You can scream and jump and shout
But your act's
A giveaway.
Calmly antipodal, and so sacerdotal,
You proclaim your new-found way.
Try to tempt me to the fray
But your act's
A giveaway.
You give today away
For a tomorrow
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Than the here and the now.
Firmly occidental, antinominial,
Grace will get you through your knot.
I'm content with what I've got
So go on
And get away.
Mystery's a knockout; better just to drop out
Of the black and white charade.
Burn up all you want, I'll fade
'Cause your act's
A giveaway.
You give today away
For a tomorrow
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Than the here and the now.
Oh, here and now.
Here and now beats there and then,
Sacred cow lows low and thins,
I won't waste time counting sins,
Live for now! If not now, when?
Ruminant and ovine, calibrate the divine.
Carry out your bloody feast.
A star will rise up in the east,
And you'll have to give way.
You give today away
For a tomorrow
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Shining on an astral plane;
Nothing seems to me more plain
Than the here and the now.