Blue Moon - Beardfish

The Blue Moon

Holding a straight line

Cruising like a fungus through time

And to define it all

I would have to know them better

The creatures of my mind

How can one escape his own mind?

The Blue Moon

In presence of red wine

Hiding in its gown a disgrace

Yet in it’s face

You can see the marks of living

Harrowed by the light

How did it start, why must we fight?

Ooh…

Lying still in the cool, green grass on this summer night

The pale grey moon turning blue on me in a strange delight, lush and bright

A Blue Moon

Holding a straight line

Cruising like a fungus through time

And to define it all

I would have to know them better

The creatures of my mind

How can one escape his own mind?

Hiding here in the quiet night

With my goblins twisting and turning

The big blue moon shifting colors now

Yellow and burning

Lush and bright