Paroles de Palaces Of Montezuma
Psychedelic invocationsOf Mata at the station
I give to you
A Java princess of Hindu birth
A woman of flesh a child of earth
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces on Montezuma
And the Gardens of Akbar's Tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves that they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me your precious love to hold
The Epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk can't even stand
I ask of you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme your precious love to hold
(Thanks to Jim Rock for these lyrics)
Miles Davis the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces on Montezuma
And the Gardens of Akbar's Tomb
I give to you
The Spider Goddess and Needle Boy
The slave-dwarves that they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And give me your precious love to hold
The Epic of Gilgamesh
A pretty little black A-line dress I want nothing in return
Just the softest little breathless word
I ask of you
A word contained in a grain of sand
That can barely walk can't even stand
I ask of you
Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
And gimme your precious love to hold
(Thanks to Jim Rock for these lyrics)
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