The studio recording of this song can be heard at theradicans.bandcamp.com/track/moon-bath
This song is entirely influenced by Robyn's transformational experience and involvement in Beardfest 2014 (beardfest.net)--a lovesong to summer, to our team, and to the Pine Barrens.
Beardfest is a music, arts, and sustainability festival that we organize with a small team of some of the most talented, loving, creative people on the planet, every June in the Pinelands in South Jersey. In 2014, we had to move the entire festival (literally) to a new location 5 hours before the first band was supposed to perform, and we managed to do it and still start on time. The bonds and community and confidence and strength that came out of that experience, the beautiful campground we found ourselves in, the new friendships, the ideas that were born, the dancing, the trees, the sun, the moon, the ripe blueberries lining the forest, and the lack of sleep were all unforgettable, and this song came out of Robyn the following week.
There's so much work to do, but hell, when you make time for beauty amidst all the pain in the world, you better do it right!
Let's show the moon what it deserves.
Honey, pull it over and outline my curves.
Orion's eyes think we look real nice.
Let's give him a show, darlin', don't think twice.
Gotta let the Big Dipper shower me with stars.
For tonight, the big picture is curled up inside your arms.
That wise queen in the sky said, "Don't forget to pray."
I said, "Sure thing, Your Highness, but in my world we call it play."
On this clear night my choice--though there's so much work to do--
is to revel and rejoice in this moon bath drawn for two.
We were born to contradictions,
a sacred land full of virtue and sin,
pornographers and puritans,
mothers, harlots, and heroines.
Gotta let trumpetflowers build for me a crown.
Ladybugs and daisies sing love songs all around.
That dusk breeze in my hair said, "Don't forget to pray."
I said, "Always, dear, but in my own private way."
As the sun goes down--though there's so much work to do--
I will dance in scarlet light and bathe in this moon with you.
This time of year, all good things glow.
Harvests begin, reap what you sow.
Be careful of the spin of Mercury.
Remember love, joy, and humility.
Gotta let salt and fire get under my skin.
Lightning bugs and blueberries feed our souls again.
Bullfrogs bellow on the beach, "Don't forget to pray."
I said, "Stop, look, and listen to everything I do and say."
As the light returns--though there's so much work to do--
I will cherish all these stars and final moonlight here with you.