Rare and precious chain Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
No gold of fools. No hostage taking. No engagement rules. To leave you forsaken.
Tiny beads of sweat thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, forgotten rooms, dark catacombs they all come back to you.
No crock of glittering prizes. No sharply worded telegram. No excuses for the word-weary. No excuses for who I am.
It's a rare and precious chain. Around your neck I place it, place it once again. Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain.
Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner -- Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
Lives down in some cool, cool basement -- Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings -- Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner -- Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant -- wrong side of a table for two. It's enough to send him running, running for cover. Back into traffic, what's a poor dog to do? Old mutt of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys. He's got his mind on someone else's dinner -- Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.
She peeled from a stretch black snake which slipped up to the hotel door. Darting looks from piercing eyes -- The stir of memory and then no more. Well, you know how I have to believe -- She can almost remember my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Shaking my faith in this free will.
Years ago in a coastal town, mosquitoes buzzed in her hair. Schooldress torn and bare feet brown -- Then the rains came and she wasn't there. You're closing your doors on me when you had almost remembered my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Shaking my faith in this free will.
Sharp points in an ink black sky -- Faint words collide, then are lost. I'll follow you beneath this dome -- Win you back at any cost. I know we were children then, but you can almost remember my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Well, let's be children still -- Don't shake my faith in this free will.
Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking -- All containing -- Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones. In the long red, red valley people live here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Some bad people living further down the valley, Not easy for us to do good trade. We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water. They got that valley road that they made. In the long red, red valley people dying here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Holding hands on the hillside. Showing love to your brother -- your sister and your mother -- but we hate those people down the valley.
Has anybody seen Moses? Get him off that mountain. Bring back the tablets of stone. It's a wise, wise prophet who keeps his own council. Yeah, leave the other man's wife alone. In the long red, red valley people live here too long. In the long red, red valley they only sing the valley song.
Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking -- All containing -- Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones. In the long red, red valley people living here too long. In the long red, red valley they only live the valley song. In the long red, red valley people dying here too long. In the long red, red valley they only know the valley song.
Desert candle in a tented space throwing softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me -- Pay my respects to her propriety.
Is this some crazy woman here, dancing behind her thin black veil? Am I misreading those mysterious eyes? Duet impossible to harmonize.
I'm not inviting any stiff reaction. I'm not one for naming holy names. And I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same.
Name of the Father ringing in her head -- Thinking over what the prophet said. Words and tradition bind her in their spell. Don't drink the water from this holy well.
I'm not inviting any fierce reaction and I'm not one for naming holy names. I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same.
Desert candle in a tented space Softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me -- I tip my hat to her propriety.
I'm not inviting any fierce reaction and I'm not one for naming holy names. I won't peek behind those dangerous veils. Though you might hate me just the same.
Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself.
Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear him? I'm beside myself. Big sister, can you see him cry, see him cry? I'm beside myself. I saw you taking money in the shadows -- in the shadows by the station there.
I'll wish you up a silver train to carry you to school, bring you home again. Strip off that work paint and put a cleaner face on. I'm beside myself.
Hollow faced mother with her babe in arms, babe in arms-looks through me. Behind forgotten charms, forgotten charms to soothe me. Between the guilt and charity -- I feel the wimp inside of me.
I'm beside myself. Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself.
I'm so proud of you -- Swimming up from the deep blue. Which one of me do you run to? I'm beside myself.
Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, have no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day -- Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly. There was a time when love was the law. There was a time for the tooth and the claw. Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card.
Now let me draw the jungle line -- I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
Allow me to draw the jungle line -- you cross it once, you cross some friends of mine. They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss but they're wounded, old and they're treacherous.
In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground -- Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round. Big cats prowling inside your head -- They left for China; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line -- I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss. But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day -- Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly. There was a time when love was the law. There was a time for the tooth and the claw. Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card.
living mountains going to shake that town -- big mother calling you from underground. She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss. But she's wounded, old and treacherous.
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray and bends to kiss my frown away. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The cover's on, the coast is clear. We're all battened down, only us here. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain: Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom. I appear to revel in this darkened room. But I'm still still stuck in the August rain; stuck out in the cloudburst once again. She walks between the lines and she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain: Out in the cloudburst once again.
Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain. Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb. See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come.
Got the scent of stale beer hanging, hanging round my head. Old dog in the corner sleeping like he could be dead. A book of matches and a full ashtray. Cigarette left smoking its life away. Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right.
God's tears on the sidewalk: it's the mother of all rain. But in the thick blue haze of Harry's, you will feel no pain. And you will feel no soft hand slipping on your knee. You don't have to pay for memories, they will all come free. Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right.
Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair. He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes. And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air. He mixed a mean cocktail and he talked you through the late news. You want to hear some great news? Harry's still here.
Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm still staring at the rain. Walking up the street, and I'm walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb. See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come.
Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell. But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well. Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right. It'll all turn right.
Another Harry's bar. And another Harry's bar. And another, and another Harry's bar.
Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue - Lined with poppy girls. I didn't stop, stop to say hello. Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac - Looked me over - Thought it best, best that I should go.
Don't wake me: I'm falling. Slow spiral into morning. Who's out there? Can't hear you. Ears covered - early warning. Alarm bells ringing. Time to make my peace with the dreary day.
I waited atbles - I was tipped in roubles. Wine to water Was the best that I could do. Wild office parties split the silence. Loaves and fishes at an empty table laid for two.
Down the spiral, spinning madly. Gathering momentum On a disneyesque adventure ride. I fly in colours from richer palettes. Famous artists running scared as worlds collide.
It's a wide world out there So much wider than imagined I can't quite put my finger on the pulse Of your heart softly beating Just beneath the raw silk sheen That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills.
So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
Executive accommodation Bland but nonetheless appealing Waiters discretely at your beck and call Place the tall sun-down potion Lightly by your velvet elbow While you compose a message on the wall.
So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
With your handmade leather valise Packed and ready, ready waiting Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat Gice a clue; leave a kind word Hint as to a destination A domain where our cyber-souls might meet.
So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com.
Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn: Nose pressed against the triple glaze. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, Silent traffic streams both ways. Along the fussy freeway drivers Dream of sunday barbecues. Of a sudden, seems I can barely Face my self: no face to lose. Call the bosses. call supervisors. Won't be in today to work for you.
E-mail that girl who's working nights. She can dress down for this wind and rain. Leave her new korean compact: Let some cabbie take the strain. Take a shower. take big espresso. Take to the hills, and take a view. Little black dress stretching over Hard crystal peaks: soft valleys too.
Call the bosses. call for nurses. Unfit today to work for you.
No wet excuses. absent without leave. I'll be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.
Stormy-eyed on the edge of night: (december, eastern time: late afternoon.) Atlantic city tight behind. Trump casina calls pontoon. Gristle-burger, frazzled fries End this romantic interlude. Tomorrow morning's sweet awakening Could hardly prove to be as rude. Make the journey. make amends. Work some hasty overtime in lieu.
No wet excuses. absent without leave. I'll be her dayshift driver: exotic engineer.
Words get written. Words get twisted. Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal touch. Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers -- Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches
In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals. High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom. I hope the old man's got his face on. He'd better be some quick change artist. Suffer little children to make their minds up soon. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches
Roots to branches Roots to branches Roots to branches
Hey little buddies: soft and silky night walkers. Dangerous species - Tiptoe menace long grass stalkers on my bed: no butter melting in your jaws. Bonding monster - Lethal weapon wearing claws.
Let's go out to hunt by numbers.
Tabby, spotted, black as coal - Serval, Margy, Caracal. Moggie in the moonlight listens: whiskered sensory miracle. Felis, befriend us - Egyptian Mau - Freya's familiar. Long in the future - Cloned disciples, the castle guard.
Hot mango flush. Ladies with ice cream hair - Gyroscopic pink neon beams - Everybody's happy about something. The crowd moves like a flock of startlings: they switch direction as one. Jive on the jukebox - Jack and Joker split the night air with whoop and holler. Faint aroma - wood smoke, old fish, diesel harbour, roadside mongrel, painted man with buttons barely holding, bursting belly bulging. Doe-eyed ragamuffin mumbling - Scolded for some vague infraction. Stole a penny candy-coloured sweetheart kiss down at the market. Down at the market all the world seems to simmer: Hot mango flush.
Hand in the snake pit - black mamba chase. Head through the lion's cage - head on a plate. Two feet on the hot coals - last dance at the ball. Blindfold on the tightrope - whenever you call. Be my slippery slider, Black Mamba crawl over me.
Dark thoughts of the sleepless - hung out to dry. Slip through the bedclothes - unblinking eye. Long tongue flickering - fixed stare grip. Sweet venomous potion, held to my lip. Be my slippery slider, Black Mamba crawl over me.
A tropical whisper. A sibilant kiss. Soft strike teasing. Dangerous bliss.
