Lyrics The Moon Her Majesty - Jack Kerouac , Jack Kerouac & Steve Allen , Steve Allen

The moon, her magic be
Big sad face of infinity
An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks
She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In scimitar shape to round her cradle out
Upside down any old time
You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange balls
Of blazing imaginary light and fright
As eyeballs hurt and foregathered
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly Otay
Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
Ball full of mountains and moons
Deep as the ocean, high as the moon
Low as the lowliest river lagoon
Fish in the tar and pull in the spar
Billy De Bud and Han Shan Emperor
And all wall moon gazers since Daniel McCree
Yeats see
Gaze at the moon ocean marking the face
In some cases, the moon is you
In any case, the moon