Big Sur

Settling down with warm-glow wood stove and kerosene peace you're looking for, peace you'll find in the tangled mad cliff-sides and crashing dark of big sur Rapturous ring of silence pacific fury flashing on the rocks, the sea shroud towers the innocence of health and stillness in the wild of big sur This whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the silt of a billion years in time And I see as much as doors will allow A long way from the Beat generation Here comes the nightly moth who is nightly dead in Big Sur Best thing to do is not be false the rocks of the valley have no howl of complaint And I'm just a sick clown and so is everybody else in Big Sur