the motorcycle black madonna two horned gypsy queen is looking good and laying back for what she really mean's and i ask you now as i lay here dying as hopeless as it seem's.. the cascadeing shrug of eternal bliss never shall redeem..for there are no souls who can be bought without this love.. save in elucid dreams..to take away the beauty of flesh so bitter and so sweet..im weeping now and screaming loud cause we shall never meet. 