With mistletoe and candle green
To Halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
Lends comedy to shame
The cattle graze bold uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go
Then wearily the footsteps worked
The hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait the long legged bait
Tripped uselessly around
Sebastopol Adrianapolis
The prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership
The walls are falling down
A belt to hold
Columbus too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the Mama’s golden touch
Good neighbors were we all
I’ve never understood this song. What’s it about? Maybe a Welshman can tell me something about its hidden secrets. Or Ian, or Bob! At the same time I’ve always loved this song, which has definetely a Christmas feel (in a good way) though some of the lines seem to undermine a too peaceful atmosphere. It’s from John Cale’s masterpiece „Paris 1919“ which he recorded, funny enough, with members of Little Feat.