All HALLOWS EVE (For the Fleet of the Damned)

I met a girl who sang the blues

and then she walked off

the very face of the Earth.

So good old boys,

drink your whiskey and be wry,

see through your red-shift in thine eye,

the blue-shift in the American pie in the sky,

your lie is no pie, no water and no rye,

and no life is for no foolin'

in the world your rulin', the orb your ruinin'.

Because death is a happily dead peasant

I know, there is nothing more unpleasant.

No bigger lie, bigger no reason

than to keep ourselves

from just being amusin'

at the electro-chemical,

metaphysical union,

this revolutionary season.

It's all just layers

and layers

inside

one

big

onion

leading

to a mattress

sale on your tv,

and underneath there's a pearl

in a movie about a whale

and an old pirate guy with TB,

and from there he sailed

the underworld surfer's beliefs

and found the secret in his tea,

that the bones be they

and they be she,

and God's Black Madonna,

is the greatest

revenge

in never-ending

human history.