I wanna tell you about a girl
You know, she lives in room 29
Why that's the one right up top a mine
Oh I hear her walking
Walking barefoot cross the floorboards
All through this lonesome night
I hear her crying too
Hot tears come splashing down
Leaking through the cracks
Down upon my face
Catch 'em in my mouth!
Catch 'em in my mouth!
Catch 'em in my mouth!
Ah catch 'em in my mouth!
Ah Walk and cry! Walk and cry!
Ah Walk and cry! Ah Walk and cry!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
I read her diary on her sheets
Scrutinizing every little bit of dirt
Tore out a page and stuff it inside my shirt
I fled outta the window
And shinning it down the vine
Outta her nightmare into mine!
Mine! Mine!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Cry! Cry! Cry!
Cry! Cry! Cry!
She's wearing those blue stockings, I bet
And standing like this with my ear to the ceiling
Listen I know it must sound absurd
But I can hear the most melancholy sound I ever heard
Walk and cry! Walk and cry!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Ah tell me why, ah tell me why
Oh Why, why, why?
O tell me why and don't tell me lie!
Why the ceiling still shakes, shake, shakes, shakes!
And all the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?
This desire to possess her is a wound
And it's nagging at me like a shrew
But I know, that to possess her
Is therefore not to desire her
Oh oh oh then ya know, that little girl
Would just have to go! Go! Go!
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Palaces Of Montezuma (Grinderman)
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Psychedelic invocations
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Of Mata Hari at the station
B
I give to you
A
A Java princess of Hindu birth
E
A woman of flesh a child of earth
B
I give to you
The hanging gardens of Babylon
Miles Davis the black unicorn
I give to you
The Palaces of Montezuma
And the Gardens of Akbar's tomb
I give to you
The spider Goddess and the Needle Boy
The slave-dwarfs they employ
I give to you
A custard-coloured super-dream
Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen
I give to you
A
E
B
C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold
A
E
B
And gimme, gimme, gimme your precious love for me 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, gimme, gimme your precious love for me to hold