Blood moon over Boulder

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.

Sleep-deprived and jet-lagged, over-caffeinated and drunk,

I got from Denver to my motel and passed out on my bunk.  

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.

I made my way to Pearl Street, it wasn’t very far,

bought a book of poems in a shop and settled in a bar.

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.

Today is the day I discover the words of Andrea Gibson

the way that a car stalled on the tracks discovers that train

in all the movies that that ever happened in. Smash.

I find myself weeping in a bar full of hockey fans:

"Ashes" has that effect.

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.

I met God on Pearl Street, playing a broken guitar,

hiding in an alley in case someone gave him money.

You should have heard the song he played me!

New material. Well, new to me.

And it didn't cost me a penny,

Only my pride. Only my pride.

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.

The blood moon set at dawn

but day brought a deeper darkness

behind its broad mask of light.

I see no purpose, feel no appetite, make no effort,

and abandon myself to the lazy, cowardly suicide

of indolence. Repulsed by my own company -

charlatan at everything I profess, inadequate -

but despising easy, simple pleasures, 

I haunt the empty streets alone.

I was baptised in moon blood, or was it IPA,

as I drank with God all through the night,

with the Devil all through the day.