this is the first place that i go
when my true love has gone below
into the city of burning gold
i go searching for a face i know
traveling backwards between two rays of light
radiating from a star as dark as the night was bright
i was a tourist in rags! a stranger without charm!
strangled from sleep, lying naked in its arms
after this wine you can be my guide
me and touba begging senegalese pride
i wanna live! but the thing is to hide
i went down to the canyon to take my bride
and i saw
skin peeling off a tattooed hand!
i heard the primal scream of the watermelon man!
bare-chested children struggle for fame,
the city trembled as they walked down the lane
the gurney man had on a meager disguise
it was no surprise- he had swastikas for eyes!
i saw him sleeping in a burnt out truck as i passed by
late wives trade hearts until dawn
spit in the ocean til the water goes blonde
the crippled don juan had designs for the win
he had a cast going out on a couple of limbs
i saw a dove with the tail of a rat
misfortune said it was a part of the act
i wanted true love! but i got the facts
i went hunting for the moon but my stars were attacked
we heard the shot from outside!
we heard the shot
and we ran to the window
on the shores of via delle zite
listening for a sound...
a blown out vespa
bullwhips in the sweatshop
listening...
me and my two friends
my two friends
two good lookin boys
my two good lookin boys
they looked at me in MADNESS and said
"girls man girls man girls"
it cracked me up!
and i pulled on my waistcoat
scattered thumbtacks from the balconey
i looked down at the street
and i held my breath.....
i heard the second shot!!!!!!
SO gorgeous and fragile. Setting the tone for the whole set, this track is so SO sweet and lovely... the entire LP is a revelation and such a joy! EXTREMELY well done!! Ur Trommler
This whole album gives me a strange hope. It's day two of its release and I already know the words because I think these words were already sitting in my heart waiting to be screamed out! Every track is a favourite. Don't make me choose! knotted thread