"Not now," I said.

"The third, a Wednesday, Atlanta. Fourth, Memphis. Fifth, San Antonio. Sixth, Dallas. Seventh, New Orleans. Eighth, Albuquerque. Ninth, L.A. Tenth, Portland. Twelfth, Seattle. Thirteenth, Portland. Fourteenth, Tampa. Jacksonville the fifteenth. Miami the sixteenth, a Tuesday. Milwaukee the seventeenth. Flint the eighteenth. Grand Rapids the nineteenth. Grand Rapids the twentieth. Long Beach the twenty-first. Phoenix the twenty-second. Emporia twenty-third. Oneonta twenty-fifth. Cortland twenty-fifth. Brockton twenty-sixth. Toronto twenty-seventh. London twenty-eighth. Salt Lake City thirty-first. Lubbock the first, a Thursday. Houston on two. Galveston on three. Baton Rouge on four. Nashville on five. Memphis on six. Chattanooga on seven. Knoxville on eight. Alliance the tenth. Millersburg the eleventh. Ripley the twelfth. Bradford the thirteenth. Wellsboro the fourteenth. Hazelton the sixteenth. Woodland the seventeenth. Calistoga the eighteenth. Clover-dale the nineteenth. San Francisco the twentieth, a Tuesday, fog rolling in, sea gulls sitting on the pilings."

The Mountain Tapes

Press Preview and Record Industry Orientation

Edited transcript of lyrics-Tape 4

Prepared by Esme Taylor Associates

in collaboration with Pulse Redactor Co.

DIVISIONS OF TRANSPARANOIA

15: Near and far

Night so highWater fallingWater fallingNight so highWater fallingNight so highWater fallingWater fallingWater fallingNear and farWater fallingNear and farNight so highWater fallingWater falling

16: Dadmom sis

Driving in the black carDadmom sisSighting on the white lineLong come somethingIn a blinding lightLong gone something In a blinding lightDead all deadOooh all deadBloody footBloody headEat the nose for ChristmasEat the toes for LentEat the car for Eat-A-CarSend the bones to Kent

17: Roses roses never red

Sweet the buzzard singsTell me tell me tell meTime weather seasonsStory tellLesson giveMaiden words to learnBeing young restores the godThat eats itselfThat eats itselfBetter than the feast that endsWhen they pick us from their teethTell me tell me tell meCloud that's makingLess of skyThat more of flyingTries to makeDown the wind it comesSomething flying down the windTime weather seasonsMaiden words to learnStanding sittingStrip by stripI pick the skin from off my faceBecoming godBegin to glowBehead the roseBetter than the feast that endsWhen they pick us from their teethTell me tell me tell meRoses roses never redSoft the vulture croons

18: I was born with all languages in my mouth

BabaBabaBabaBabaThis and thatEgramine and woeSandwords on mudHigh taljonicsEverything ever spoken shines from my teethBabaBabaBabaHalda Ny WadjiHilda KrywickiMildred HayesBionongenicsMambo magicOh oh oh ohMambo madnessOh oh oh ohDancing on a Latin balconySwaying to a starry symphonyMambo maniaOh oh oh ohUndreamed grammars float in my spittleBabaBabaBabaGadung gadung gadungUma childa noboDistiptics in wineInsane todayI was born with all languages in my mouthBabaBabaBabaNothing-makerBut to blurtBut to singBaby god and goo19: Nighttime comeMountain darkTreetop windMad dog bark20: I know my toesOne to tenThis one's bigThis one's noBig one bigNo one noI know my toesOne to tenI touch my handOne touch oneOne is touchingOne is touchedTouching touchingHand touch handI touch my handMy hand touch meI smell my noseI smell my noseI know my toesI touch my handI smell my noseI close my mouth