Palaces Of Montezuma Lyrics

Psychedelic invocations
Of 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 give to you
The spinal cord of JFK
Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee
I give to you
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)