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