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Set in the near future, the song is narrated by a smugly confident jogger in Marin County, the wealthy enclave connected to San Francisco by the Golden Gate bridge. It imagines a rapid environmental decline, accelerated by an oil spill, which the jogger blithely ignores.
[Verse 1]
The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In a uniform with two white stripes
Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the water's edge
I clamp a gas mask on my head
[Chorus]
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight
[Verse 2]
Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops
Oh, shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil
[Chorus]
On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
I squish dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home
I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding, wooden tub
[Chorus]
My own beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight
[Refrain]
'Ight, 'ight
There will always be a moon
Over Marin
[Outro: Spoken]
"There, wasn't that a nice visit?
Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on duty
Twenty-four hours a day in the blue room
Just up from the parking garage
Drink plenty of water when you take these
Now you can relax and return to your job!"
Moon Over Marin was written by Jello Biafra & East Bay Ray.
Moon Over Marin was produced by Thom Wilson & East Bay Ray.