The Baystate Objectivist

The Baystate Objectivist

Monday, December 24, 2012

Holly Daze

View out the window of Hadley on the dawn express into Amherst this morning.


The Black Sheep in Amherst.


Somebody at the Black Sheep was busy with scissors.


My neighbor's Christmas lights through my window.


What's Become of the Baby(this cold December morn)? is the only Christmas carol ever written by the Grateful Dead. It is so psychedelic and spacey that it is hardly something the family would sing holding hands around the holiday tree, unless of course someone slipped some Owsley Blue Cheer LSD-25 into the Christmas punch.



Waves of violet go crashing and laughing
Rainbow winged singing birds fly round the sun
Sunbells rain down in a liquid profusion
Mermaids on porpoises draw up the dawn

What's become of the baby
This cold December morning?

Songbirds
frozen in their flight
drifting to the earth
remnants of forgotten dreaming
Calling...
answer comes there none
Go to sleep you child
Dream of never ending always

Panes of crystal
Eyes sparkle like waterfalls
lighting the polished ice caverns of Khan
But where in the looking-glass fields of illusion
wandered the child who was perfect as dawn?

What's become of the Baby
this cold December morning?

Merry Christmas Everybody!

1 comment:

Tim said...

A couple of weeks ago, I was headed up to UMass for the basketball game against Miami. My wife was texting or posting or whatever. I'm 55, and I listened to the entire Pink Floyd "Echoes." I was totally straight. Finally, my wife says "what the hell are you listening to?" I guess I'm just not ready to let those days go. "Whats Become of the Baby," is that same kind of thing. Totally weird. Good stuff!