Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Ashes To Ashes

Pain in the ass, you were;
Hesitant traveler;
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

Spirituality;
Gnostic mortality:
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

There are no gods, not here;
You deserve more, my dear;
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

Ghats are on fire for you;
Ticket for one, not two;
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

Carry-on, overhead;
God’s got an elephant head;
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

Prayers you wouldn’t understand;
No road crew and no band;
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

It’s no Mississippi:
What’s one more dead hippie?
Sacred, the Ganges,
In holiest India.

1 Comment

  1. Robin Russell

    April 4, 2016 at 8:00 pm

    Beautifully put.

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