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On the Far Side of A Moon

  • Geoffrey Clarfield
  • Apr 29
  • 2 min read

Words and Music © 2025 by Geoffrey Clarfield. Written in Florida on March 10, 2025.


On the Far Side of A Moon


On the far side of the moon

There lived a king who mourned

On the dark side of the moon

He lay down his crown of thorns

He sipped a Coca Cola

Stuck in his throne room

Waitin' for his jester

Who arrived an hour too soon

Waitin' for his jester

Who arrived an hour too soon


Oh King, my lord and leader

The Jester he shot back

The Queen is keen on leavin'

Her servants all have packed

She’s collected all her moondust

In bottles and in tubes

She’s collected all her jewelry

And silver-plaited cubes

She’s collected all her jewelry

And her silver-plaited cubes


Jules Verne was disappointed

When he said it didn’t work out

He said he tried to meet me here

But his balloon just drifted south

He said it’s hard to breathe here

I said we had been free

He’d read the books about me

In his penthouse library

He’d read the books about me

In his penthouse library


Beauty is elusive

He cried with a forlorn look

And life has not turned out

Like a chapter from my books

He was searching for his lover

A Gypsy named Marie

But she was out on the town

On an expensive shopping spree

She was out on the town

On an expensive shopping spree


The Jester asked the king

If his job was on the line

The king said to the jester

You’ve been workin' overtime

He started gettin' frisky

He relieved me of my wine

He was actin' too familiar

Like he was a friend of mine

He was actin' too familiar

Like he was a friend of mine


And then arrived Buck Rogers

With a friend whose name was Keith

He said it’s time to go now

As he whistled through his teeth

This was just a hostile takeover

Now I’m unemployed

He ordered me to leave just then

I could see he was annoyed

He ordered me to leave

Then I could see he was annoyed


So we walked out to the starships

With the animals in suits

We traveled with the many

We invited in the few

We looked back at our ancient home

A red pillar of salt

I thought about all those stories

About Abraham and Lot


We left behind the water

We left the melting ice

I ordered up a cold beer

From the attendant

She seemed nice

And she smiled when I asked her

What more could a king give

She had no advice to give me

But she prayed that I might live

She had no advice to give me

But she prayed that I might live


On the dark side of the moon

There lived a king who mourned

On the dark side of the moon

He lay down his crown of thorns

He sipped his Coca Cola

Stuck in his throne room

Waitin' for his jester

Who arrived an hour too soon

He was waitin' for his jester

Who arrived an hour too soon

He was waitin' for his jester

Who arrived an hour too soon

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