BOB KANEFSKY THE MOON IS ALSO A SATELLITE LYRICS

Two robed women
conversed in the night,
One cloaked in velvet,
the other, in light.
One was a priestess of
high repute ;
The other, a goddess,
beyond dispute.

"Look," said the priestess, "the world's a wreck.
It's all the fault of this damn high tech."
"The fault, my child, lies not in your toys.
The way you abuse them is what destroys."

Chorus:
"The moon is also a satellite.
Nature is chemistry, too.
And locked in every gene,
A finite-state machine.
Not all your knowledge is new."

The priestess said, "Be that as it may,
We're surely meant for the natural way.
There's too much knowledge in human hands.
It's surely that which destroys your lands."

The goddess said, "It was flint and sails
That burned the forests and butchered the whales.
It's humans' ignorance of their host,
And not their knowledge, that I fear most."

"Look, you're all big kids now; it falls to you.
You know the damage that you can do.
Apply your knowledge the way you should.
Responsibly used, it could do much good."

"But," said the priestess,. "you can't condone
New-fangled arts that are not your own.
The profane creations to which they've led..."
"You're missing the point, dear," the goddess said.

(Chorus)

"Well, I'm cutting out," the priestess said,
"And I'll fight 'til the last of high tech is dead.
It's all to blame for the way things are."
And she slammed the door of her ancient car. *

She then roared off from that secret place,
Blowing exhaust in the Lady's face.
The goddess coughed, and then shook her head.
"We have this debate every month," she said.