Insomniac Beacon
A song written by Paul Hall in a garret next to a blue jeans factory on Boulevard Des Italiens in Paris in Winter of 1980. (c) 1987.
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For the night's insomniac pressure
in the view of satellites,
The kind that's able to measure
a tiny single person's flights,
there's a lonesome beacon gleaming
in the clear and starry nights.
A lonesome beacon
gleaming up there
in the clear
and starry nights.
Now, when in the visual purple
all the color tones turn gray,
and the moon pale ghostly figure
acts like a mirror of the day,
on the ends of the Earth
from the sleepers
which may NEVER
come their way,
"There's a lonesome beacon
gleaming up there!"
the insomniac might say.
It's just a lonesome beacon gleaming
in the clear and starry nights.
A lonesome beacon gleaming up there
in the clear and starry nights.
In an age of concrete thinkers
when tomorrow and today
might conclude
in one explosion
that could wipe your past away,
what kind of pillage would commence,
what kind of mutants might remain?
To destroy all civilization
and the pharaoh's
last domain.
You got the lonesome beacons gleaming
in the clear and starry nights:
Multiple warhead
nuclear missile
shuttle launched
overkill
satellites.
My! They are
such cleaver children.
Oh, such cleaver
girls and boys!
To fill the sky
above us
with their
technological toys.
Now that they've
got the drop
on each other,
all they've got to do
is fire.
It's a suicide
of phony heroes
in which
the whole world
shall expire,
by the lonesome beacons
gleaming
in the clear and starry nights.
It's just a lonesome beacon
gleaming away
in the clear
and starry
nights.
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Copyright and Phonorecord (c) (p) 1987 by Paul A. L. Hall. All rights reserved.