Me and Parvati in Paris, France
surrounded by musicians, dressing to dance
On the tomb of acquisitions
where bloomed our positions
Scattered like scars on the skin of the stars
needing celebration we entered a bar.
The conversation centred on conservation
she dropped a tear for the frozen deer
in the forest of Upper Thailand (tigerland).
Out on the street, blazing with light,
we threw back our heads
crazed with delight,
she asked "Can you remember when you die?"
She made her name on the exit lane
of the famous Stella Highways (hide-a-ways)
Out on the street, blazing with light,
I asked her a question & she got it right -
the answer to the question she asked me.
Seeking sudden treasure on the Rue St. Jacques
the delicate creation of a bruise on her back.
Struck down from behind
by a process in the back of her mind.
Time will tell if her spell was cast or improvised -
on the curve of disaster I never dared to ask her.
She dropped a tear for the frozen deer
in the forest of Upper Thailand (tigerland).
Out on the street, blazing with light,
we threw back our heads
crazed with delight,
she asked "Who do you really think you are?"
surrounded by musicians, dressing to dance
On the tomb of acquisitions
where bloomed our positions
Scattered like scars on the skin of the stars
needing celebration we entered a bar.
The conversation centred on conservation
she dropped a tear for the frozen deer
in the forest of Upper Thailand (tigerland).
Out on the street, blazing with light,
we threw back our heads
crazed with delight,
she asked "Can you remember when you die?"
She made her name on the exit lane
of the famous Stella Highways (hide-a-ways)
Out on the street, blazing with light,
I asked her a question & she got it right -
the answer to the question she asked me.
Seeking sudden treasure on the Rue St. Jacques
the delicate creation of a bruise on her back.
Struck down from behind
by a process in the back of her mind.
Time will tell if her spell was cast or improvised -
on the curve of disaster I never dared to ask her.
She dropped a tear for the frozen deer
in the forest of Upper Thailand (tigerland).
Out on the street, blazing with light,
we threw back our heads
crazed with delight,
she asked "Who do you really think you are?"