Salton Sea

from the album "The Midget, The Speck and the Molecule"

Words & music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2007 Terry Scott Taylor music (bmi)

let’s spend our very last days together
there in the sun by the salton seashore
spread our blankets by the shells of the old bait shops
and the liquor stores
catch some fat dead fish out at bombay beach
drink long cool agua negras while our bones get bleached

we’ll watch the ghost of enola gay
drop it’s dummy a-bombs
as they practice blowin’ japs away, we are
playin’ croquet on the phosphate lawns

oh oh, we can moan with the world
oh oh sit and groan with the world
gonna cry for our lost splendor
mumble holy prayers we barely remember
we were king and queens
now our brittle-boned dreams
are shipwrecked on the salton sea
oh oh

hear sinatra and the rat pack swingin’
their voices carried on the desert wind
they gig nightly at "desolate resort"
‘cos they’re dedicated men
and the sea hags clean the ash trays
and daily change the algae sheets
and the sleepers souls are sowin’ what the rusty reaper reaps

the phantom of the southern pacific
sinks beneath new river’s flood
roarin’ in from mexicali
down into this rancid valley
drinkin’ flesh and blood

oh oh we will moan with the world...

we’ll watch the ghost of enola gay
droppin’ it’s dummy a-bombs
as they practice blowin’ japs away
we are playin’ croquet on the phosphate lawns

oh oh we will groan with the world
oh oh sit and moan with the world
gonna cry for our lost splendor
mumble holy prayers we barely remember
cos we were kings and queens
now our brittle-bone dreams
are shipwrecked on the salton sea

(a watery grave for you and me
‘neath the stagnant waves of the salton sea)
let’s go down,
everybody drown
(a watery grave for you and me
‘neath the stagnant waves of the salton sea)
oh oh we will moan with the world
oh oh sit and groan with the world