The Moon was once held in awe ...
In fear and awe...
So feared was she, that men sought to appease her.
Therefore, in ancient days, many did sacrifice their lives
To the moon.
Whether willingly or no,
Their blood would flow, and fathers, mothers
Husbands and wives would go to the lovers
Of the moon god to take their last journey.
Meanwhile, in these less looney times,
To what or to who, do we sacrifice?
What fear we most?
Started as a blues, so it still is a blues - dig?
Some guitar parts played on a Dean Baby ML I picked up the other day - loving that axe!
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