The Host The Ghost The Most Holy-O

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 link 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