Judgement of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig's Tune)

[Verse 1]

No tongue in the bell and the fishwives yell

But they might as well be mute

So you get to keep the pictures, that don't seem like much

Cold white keys under your fingers

Now you're thinking that's no substitute

It just don't do it like the song of a warm, warm body loving your touch

[Verse 2]

In the court they carve your legend with an apple in its jaw

And the women that you wanted, they get their laughs

Long silk stockings on the bedposts of refinement

You're too raw, they think you're too raw

It's the judgement of the moon and stars, your solitary path

[Bridge 1]

Draw yourself a bath

Think what you'd like to have for supper

Or take a walk, a park, a bridge, a tree, a river

Revoked but not yet cancelled, the gift goes on

In silence, in a bell jar, still a song

[Verse 3]

You've got to shake your fists at lightning now

You've got to roar like forest fire

You've got to spread your light like blazes all across the sky

They're going to aim the hoses on you

Show 'em you won't expire

Not till you burn up every passion, not even when you die

[Bridge 2]

Come on now, you've got to try

If you're feeling contempt, well then you tell it

If you're tired of the silent night, Jesus, well then you yell it

Condemned to wires and hammers

Strike every chord that you feel

That broken trees and elephant ivories conceal