tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers

[MnFats]

by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp

You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

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1. really cool lyrics

I'd really like sample some of the stuff going around back then

[edbermac]

2. In a white room with black curtains near the station.

In a white room with black curtains near the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings,
silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on your leaving, my contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the shadows run from themsleves.

You said no strings could secure you at the sations.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, good bye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the sation.
As I walked out felt my own need just beginning.
I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
I'll wait for you where the shadows run from themselves

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation from the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in the jungles in her dark eyes
She's just dressing good bye windows, tired starlings
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd,
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

[MnFats]

3. great pic!

wonder about their state of mind/consciousness at that moment...