[AHAB]

Sunset
The warm waves blush like wine
The blue, the gold
The sun goes down and my soul mounts up

My pipe
What business have I with this pipe?
Mild white vapors for mild white hair
Not torn gray locks like mine

Time was, when the sunset soothed
Time was, when my pipe’s smoke charmed
No more

This lovely light
It lights not me
Loveliness is anguish
I am damned in the midst of paradise

This crown I wear made of iron not gold, is so heavy
Its jagged edge, it beats against my brain
But the men I lead, their souls are sold, they’re ready
To burn and bleed and hunt until you’re slain
You knocked me down
Then you ran and hid
Ahab’s compliments to you
But now Ahab’s up again

My soul is grooved to run on iron rails
I will rush through hearts of mountains
Over gorges, under raging riverbeds
Now, see if you can swerve me

My soul is grooved to run on iron rails
I will rush through hearts of mountains
Over gorges, under raging riverbeds
Now, see if you can swerve me

As the sun goes down
I will throw my pipe into the sea
Now, see if you can swerve me

This lovely light
It lights not me
Loveliness is anguish
I am damned in the midst of paradise