The Island Of St. Menée (Beach Of The Living Dead)

The fare is one dollar a ritual

The fare is one dollar a ritual

paid in advance

paid in advance

from the tall ships of old Europe, to the cruisers of today

they've always come, like sheep on display

wild dreams in the pitch black nights, the fever in the blood

makes you remember the feel of the red African soil

forgive me for walking alone,

forgive me for walking alone,

out in the bush,l in the outskirts of the city

among the slum shacks where the bright love reigns

On through the verdure

I am

my own shadow, alone in the crowd

down on the shore

empty hotels above the sand, like tombstones

love is in the chicken blood spilled on earthen floors

in the heaving breasts of Our Lady of the Dead dancing

forgive me for walking alone

On through the verdure

I am

my own shadow, alone in the crowd

down on the shore

Lost in the undergrowth

I am

in the darkness now, one in the crowd

down on the shore

rejoicing

(I am love withering)

Dark shapes move in the shantytown

(I am grace in death)

like fish in the deep gloom of the ocean

(I am the wings of the dove)

The drummer boy and his army moves

(I am riddles and joy)

adrift in the night along the shoreline

embers and clay

ashes burnt gray

keep your mouth shut

enter the hut

touvhing her skin

bright love begins

nothing is sin

the snake lives within

home

The fare is one body a ritual

The fare is one body a ritual

paid in advance

paid in advance