Barnacle Bill
from Bedroom Demo #52
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
Barnacle Bill crawls out of the slime
Love and art from Nothing
It's just a matter of time
Chaos coalesces into design
Blind chance's fine tuning
Turns muck into mind
Here's duty and beauty,
Here's bliss and the sublime,
The transcendent, the holy,
The soul, the divine
Why an observer to watch our decline,
Light back to darkness, water from wine?
Noble and nimble, yearning to crawl
At last he stands upright, a god standing tall
A king and a hero free from the Fall
He is the future if he heeds the call
He's Barnacle Bill (He's Barnacle Bill)
Barnacle Bill (Barnacle Bill)
Hail Barnacle Bill,
The Great Know-It-All!
Happenstance to science, the raw to the refined
Expanding outward in entropy's downward decline
Unreason to reason, greatness from grime
Logic atop singularity's spine
His electrons electing to follow the law
And fill in the gaps with more gaps in the wall
Towards an end to all mystery, the wonder, and awe
He draws complete pictures with just a femur and jaw
He's Barnacle Bill (He's Barnacle Bill)
Barnacle Bill (He's Barnacle Bill)
Hail Barnacle Bill
The Great Know-It-All!
A feast for the eyes, one's missing, one's blind
Blind chance takes its chances on reason and rhyme
Movement, improvement on an upward incline
Inspecting, selecting the best of our kind
Bill may not have evolved beyond the physical view,
May be a primitive man with hardly a clue
About the spiritual world behind the physical wall,
And despite standing upright, he still seems to crawl
He's Barnacle Bill (He's still our Barnacle Bill)
Barnacle Bill (Barnacle Bill)
Hail Barnacle Bill
The Great Know-It-all!
All hail Barnacle Bill,
The Great Know-It-All!
All Hail Barnacle Bill,
The Great Know-It-All
All hail Barnacle Bill,
The Great Know-It-All...
Here he comes
And there he goes
Back into the slime
Here he comes
And there he goes
Back into the slime...
And there he goes
Barnacle Bwwuuwuu...
