Prospero muted magic (Jack Gilbert at the scallops hotel)

[Intro]

React slow
Can't get... out of me, yo
They can't make sense out of me, no
There's a time after what come after
Prospero with that muted magic
Yeah, change that beat yo (change that beat yo)
Scallops Hotel, here we go

Death is God's vigorish, seen the space ship, looking mighty niggerish
Black as obsidian
All rhythms writ post prime meridian
Thought process incline euclidean (woooh)
Loneliness is my craft
Geraniums and basil, inhale witch hazel

Pause, react, slow, yo, they react so slow
Said they can't make sense out of me, yeah
Said they can't make sense out of me, nah
I say moon is horses in the tempered dark
Because horse is the closest I can get to it
I sit on the terrace of this worn villa the king’s
Telegrapher built on the mountain that look down
On a blue sea
The small white ferry
That crosses slowly
To the next island each noon
Michiko is in the house dying behind me
The long windows open so I can hear
The faint sound she'll make when she want
Watermelon to suck on

Death is God's vigorish, seen the space ship, looking mighty niggerish
Black as obsidian
All rhythms writ post prime meridian
Thought process incline euclidean (wow wow)
Loneliness is my craft
Loneliness is my craft
Geraniums and basil, inhale witch hazel
Peace