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Dancing Butterfly
03:37
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Dance into the night
a butterfly in mating time
Ride your motorbike
and let the wind
mess up your mind
Goddess of love and crime
of hunting night
of black and white
Vase of gold and sin
Of white silk skin
so tall and thin
Kiss me wet and juicy lips
Temptation and Freudian slips
Embrace me in cold despise
Give with disregard the prize
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Death Valley Night Sky
04:42
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I know I just met you
And me didn’t talk much last night
But you are so pretty
I wanna take you on a ride
Have you seen the stars in Death Valley?
It’s a beauty lost in time
We take the top off and feel the wind
Your blond hair will look nice
I took you to my bed
I’ll take you to my life
For this weekend you’re gonna be my wife
Have some cold cognac
Have a cigar if you like
You smoke like a lady
You kiss like firelight
You’re free as a bird
You do what you please
You wanna have fun
So come with me
It’s hot as hell in Furnace Creek
but there’s no one there
So you can take your top off
let the burning sun see your skin
I wanna make you scream
I wanna taste your love
I wanna take you there
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3. |
Beach of Troy
04:01
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Lost in thoughts like a little boy
Love’s a horse in the beach of Troy
Love is a complicate thing
You never know how long it lasts
You make plans for live and then it just goes by fast
Hopeful child, lose your parents’sight
Stare into the balcony
Find the price for your destiny
You feel like a man, You feel bold
But there’s a weight on your shoulders
All you know is your tired mind is a clock you can’t wind
Nights pass by and you’re left thinking of a life you’ll never live
But it’s all smoke and it’s all a lie, life is never that nice
Go away, find yourself
Travel light, feel dead inside
Work hard and learn to speak
Hope for peace and make ammendments
Sorry my son your year is done
End it all and feel the fever
Night and day under your bedsheets
Crazy boy, you don’t even know your own name
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Desert Run
03:25
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The smell of the sea
and of the fruit tree
Walking aimless in the desert
are all I have with me
and the bright sun
is louder than anyone
and no feeling
from nobody
has any meaning to me
I beg for my life
and I think of suicide
cowards and bastards
all I need is a knife
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Night falls over the Huntington Gardens
his favorite place
Hiding in the Chinese Garden
pills
Dead in the desert garden
you can’t see much in the dark
The statues cast shadows
with the light of the moon
There are many interesting books in the store
but no time to read them when you know you’ll be dead soon
Rich people build the nicest places
sometimes
It costs a lot to get inside
he never wanted to leave
But they carried him out alright
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