Bacon and Ice Cream (Thanks Lou Reed)
Put your hands together now folks
For the greatest rock and roll show on earth
It isn’t for the meek it isn’t for the snide
This is for the memory of what it used to be to slide
With the length of a trombone down the passage high
Into the arms of the fairest love child you could find
Par-taying all night long without a backward glance
At the height you had to fall into darkness.
Put your hands together now
And get the groove thing coming on strong
Let the Little Feat of yesteryear ho-down
With Buckminster Fuller in gear
To soften the blow of the coming creation
And the Armegeddon time all forgotten
And passed us by without a whine
Of a silver bullet or Tonto.
Put your hands together for the earth’s slow warming
Gently softening its attitude to us as the danger is past
Peace on this earth, no war to remember here
No alien havoc, no Mohammed nor Jehovah
No Thatcher no renegade spears no rape and pillage
No A-bomb, no H, no drugs war, just Bad Lieutenants
And cops shooting blacks in the USA to keep us amused.
Like Bacon and Ice Cream – they melt our hearts.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016