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Our Last Hope

from Questions for Moon by Karl Blau

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Nine hundred seagulls later
The good people of Zion were saved
Left alone with locust lunchboxes; a
Breathless barrier in seven plagues;
A plug-in to the post-mortem majesty mayday

And yet everything worked out OK
Yes, each of us will die in a different way
And Pharoah may sit upon our graves
But if we listen yet to the sanskrit scribe
Unfolding a torn scroll: - "the scarab beetle
scurrying just scratches the surface of your immortal soul"

Perhaps we will rise from the judgment tombs
These earthborn wombs, each of us hovering six
feet over the ground,
the holy sound! trumpets blaring!
Bombastic and terrible!

See, the last hope leans
Astrally undulating
And under udders sagging
The sores of the reborn,
You think: what luck to have found yourself
Here again sucking your mother's great big boob

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from Questions for Moon, released December 1, 2011
Garrett Kelly wrote these lyrics and submitted them for "Questions For Moon"

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Karl Blau Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

These records are all over the place. My latest studio record Love & Harm consists of a modern country rock sound featuring the pedal steel of Jon Hyde (Introducing) and amazing players you'd recognize from playing on stage with me. Living in Germantown, Philadlephia, started a recording project called Opal Eskar, check that out too. ... more

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