Farewell Song for the Bodily Arctic Lyrics

Europa's rising over

Over the starboard

The Weddell seals sing a goodwill song

I'd rather be where I know just where the sun is

And there's no question of whether I belong

I've sung too much of the bodily arctic

And now I'm gone for the ghostward skeptic

I've sung too much of the bodily arctic

And now I'm going ghostward

When one is in the barn counting stillborn hatchlings

And one is cramming 99 men in the casket

When strike-anywhere stars burn like wicker baskets

I'll be bent to the alter with a sail and a sextant

When the ALF hits up the Rikers cages

And we lose our shirts cuz we're chasing the aces

When it's gone to the dogs and the dogs go to blazes

I'll be bent to the alter with a sail and a sextant

When it's gone to the dogs and the dogs go to blazes

I'll be bent to the altar with a sail and a sextant

Now I'm gone for the ghostward skeptic

I've sung too much of the bodily arctic

And now I'm going ghostward