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Elliott Murphy
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The Prince of Chaos
Like a Pelegrine crucified on the horns of a Spanish bull Deep in Andalusia where the winter air is still Beckoning to no man the minstrel circles and divides Upon an ash heap of memories the detective is covered in hives Recognized by man as the distant son of Paul He was brought up in a boxcar Where he learned to jump and roll and fall Legends of the homeless whom the mighty earth rejects I see windmills in the distance and a string of shrunken heads
And new year's was coming preparations must all be made We're gonna round up all the sinners We're gonna tell them that its time to bathe You go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore Reject your benefactor give presents to your whore And the head of Abel we're gonna lay him down to rest Bad marks to Cain and Ahab who's actions were only in jest
I'm the prince of chaos of random destiny The three sisters of fate they want nothing to do with me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Life's a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table With Zeus and Maximillian and the fox in Aesop's fable Rubber is the missing link bounce my gold hated suitor Peter Allen Judy garland sting and Ry Cooder Memories are made of this like movies with no movie screen Random access is what i got chronology is just some kind of dream Someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute You can meet me in Xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit
I'm the leader they were seeking I tell you I'm the one We're gonna welcome back assassins with a prayer book and with a gun Tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise Or is it something far more natural an instinct we must abide Instinct laughs the fisherman is like trying to gather fish I know they live out on the water but the rest is hit and miss But oh my fishing days are over although I miss my rods gentle curve Life is the subject to live is just a verb
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