We wake up in a blazing sea
of sheets so white and cool,
with the burden on our shoulders all but gone.
We make friends with the bartenders
in the fake grass huts by the shore,
full of hope and charity like glowing golden icons.
And we are as the angels in heaven
without family or friends.
Forget about those old churches
and black and white movies;
we've got rum and coke and pay-per-view TV.
Forget about Bing and Frank and Nat
and gaudy Christmas trees:
every day is a holiday if you want it to be.
Rip up the past like a band-aid,
see the new skin underneath.
Bacardi, your baby-soft skin
and a view through to annihilation.
Bacardi, your baby-soft skin
and a view clear through to annihilation.
credits
from Technicolor Nativity,
released December 13, 2019
Harrison - ukulele, vocals, casiotone, bass guitar, glockenspiel, sampling keyboard.