I turned blue
and the sky turned down
its lights
in this brilliant half sky

Telescopes turned towards you
on a hollow ground
a higher ground
here's to higher power
and stumbling around

only priests ask why
only squares believe priests
who circle checks in relief
that their peasants pay tarrif fees
who pay for indulgences
and pray not for you
but I turned blue and the half sky turned down
head lights
in this brilliant half sky

some morning
when the stars have been spent
mourn the warrior
wife child and life be repent
by a nuclear family
father martin the worrier
pushed down his hand and he
blew it all blew it all away.