THE HOST THE GHOST THE MOST HOLY-O
Album : Ice Cream for Crow (1982)
Captain Beefheart


Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do 
with this branded bum steer world 
this pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel 
misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull 
sink in silence smoke - blow your chest out in hope 
sits spread-eagle on poor men 
piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's chain 
you'll not be thrown but dive and sink 
your pockets filled with earthly burdens 
when they could be filled with light and back with wings 
the sky is dark in daytime 
and still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean 
sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing 
and brush the dark sky in light 
and let the moon bell crack and ring 
upon the mast of mercy 
for she is a beautiful thing 
I watched her cut with clarity 
the sea of Satan's red rolling water 
that stung my eyes with vile vile brine 
and clung to the vine that choked Mary's only Son 
God in vain to slaughter 
I can't darken your dark cross door no more 
the light lovely one with the nothing door 
and oh that pours life water