Blight Of The Fumble Bee - Gerry Mulligan

I alone have known all shades of the horror I am the pit without sun, where blind beasts dwell I am the revenant at the very bottom of the source Never to grow weary Running on doubt Dead thoughts, dead movements, dead ideals, dead desires Beneath this world there is another, built of bone and decay Grey hell Dry Motionless Upon even rows of downfall Methodized loss Inherent ruin Residual blight For these gates need to be opened For this shell needs to be broken Ether guerilla All hail the alpha fallen Dead words, dead drives, dead passions, dead urges, dead dreams As the world above is shrinking, the one below thrives Cinder springs Ashen horizon The sarcastic grinning of gargoyles The refuge among scattered remains The temples of iron and concrete The great death The silence The roaring depths of insight The maze of severance The golden throne, abandoned The agony The strife The penance I alone have known all shades of the horror I alone have seen the rays of lost grace Residual blight A sunless pit to crawl in Ether guerilla All hail the alpha fallen

And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're apart You wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone by. Sometimes I wonder, how I spend The lonely nights Dreaming of a song The melody Haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song Besides the garden wall, when stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale Tells his fairytale Of paradise, where roses grew Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody The memory of love's refrain.