The Death Of The Psychoanalyst Of Salvador Dali - Ellen Foley - Spirit Of St. Louis
Label: Epic - EPC 84809 • Format: Vinyl LP, Album • Country: UK • Genre: Electronic, Pop • Style: Synth-pop, Ballad
Now as I stroll down your boulevard You hear those Fiats, and taxis, blow their horns so hard When I go out walking flocks of birds rise from the square And all the seigneurs and monsieurs pull up to the curb. Your dreams breathed beads of sweat The world was not right The suburbs awoke to a locust attack The tribes of the Amazon halted They threw all their irons in the fire.
Department stores burned all afternoon The gigelos The Death Of The Psychoanalyst Of Salvador Dali - Ellen Foley - Spirit Of St. Louis The filmstars fled from the script and the set Widows and Popium - Popium searched the streets for each other Strippers were fighting for prams in the park. And the mad world broke The music at midnight To announce The death of the psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali And so he left me to my fate And so he left my door with morning light.
He was slim and he was handsome And he smelled like desert sand — my legionnaire! The sun so bright up in the sky Lighting up the blondness of his hair. They found him in the desert sand The brightest eyes were open wide A cloud ran across the sky Bearing his tattoos they read And a smile upon those lips that said With his neck: Unknown, still free On his heart: No one His right arm said one word: Reason.
And so I dream that destiny Will someday bring him back to me — my legionnaire! Then we will travel past the sea And find a land so full of life, so far away.
The sun so bright up in the sky Lighting up the blondness of his hair I Allegretto Furioso - Nieuw Sinfonietta Amsterdam, Lev Markiz, Shostakovich* - Kammersinfonien Op.110 nothing fine at the end of the line, am I dreaming?
Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds I live The Death Of The Psychoanalyst Of Salvador Dali - Ellen Foley - Spirit Of St.
Louis time in a Theatre of Cruelty. Fingers to the bone for the sake of the home of the wind blows it all away Beauty in shrouds like fast moving clouds I live my time in a Theatre of Cruelty What man would know, what man could tell, I am dreaming? Any woman would know, any woman could tell, what I am dreaming But I never wanted to… I had to get to you… I say a prayer for you… I had to get to you… I say a prayer for you She curled to her fire The passion of mice And the memory faded In cooler than ice, cooler than ice.
Oh, let wind blow through me Red lights will renew me Over and over and over and over Over and over and over. Why do these bars keep us apart? Girls: Black boys are delicious Chocolate flavored love Licorice lips like candy Keep my cocoa handy I have such a sweet tooth when it comes to love. Girl: The time is here, the time is now The time for all mankind To join together hand in Taronai Baiot - Various - Voyage En URSS (Anthologie De La Musique Instrumentale Et Vocale Des Peupl And leave our fear behind.
Girl: Like the rock of ages stands Raise your voices loud Spread the word, let it be heard High above the ground. Boy: Time is here, the time is now The time for all mankind To join together hand in hand And leave our fear behind Both: Time is here, the time is now The time for all mankind To join together hands for peace And leave the wars behind. The Death of the Psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali. Black Boys Ellen Foley with the original motion picture cast of "Hair".
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