The Wild Bali Nights

Let’s not forget the wild Bali nights
When the moon pulled back the ocean
And with its other hand licked the scenery

The grand stage
Where miniature shells
Were seen sliding ‘cross the rock
With the crab wigglin’ in their traces
Seaweed relieved
From the water’s pressure
Would unfold and reposition
To an eternal circumstance

Let’s not forget the wild Bali nights
When I took the elevator down
To the beach at sunset
And sat down with my knees
On the bottom of the sea
It was now the surface of the Earth
Bare under my fingers

And transparent spiders hurried past
And froze at a millionth of a second
When I waved my hand

Let’s not forget the wild Bali night
When a cloud took the moon away
And a cold wind wrapped me up
And gave me goosebumps
And rising from the ground
Was a clicking sucking sound
It blended with the music from back there in the beach club
Where Russian belles with their lobster nails
Are having Singapore Slings and Calamari
The human race