El Corazón de Gullveig

El Corazón de Gullveig
"...Tre gånger brände de den tre gånger borna,
ofta, ej sällan, dock ännu hon lever..."


viernes, 28 de agosto de 2015

There's no prayer like desire



She lives in a house
That's way back off the road
There's a man with a lantern
And he carries her soul
A coal stove and a bed
A skillet and a hound
She drove a camel through a needle
In this sinking board walk town

She's my black market baby
She's my black market baby
She's a diamond that
Wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal

I swang out wide with her
On hells iron gate
Anything that you wanted
You could have
My eyes say their prayers to her
Sailors ring her bell
Like a moth mistakes a light bulb
For the moon and goes to hell

She's my black market baby
She's my black market baby
She's a diamond that
Wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal

There's no prayer like desire
There's amnesia in her kiss
She's a swan and a pistol
And she will follow you like this
In Moberly, Missouri at the
Iroquois Hotel
She checked in with the President
And she ran up quite a bill

She's my black market baby
She's my black market baby
She's a diamond that
Wants to stay coal
Wants to stay coal

She's whiskey in a teacup
She gives blondes a lousy name
She's a bonzai Aphrodite
And a ticket back to Spain
She's a hard way to go
And there ain't no way to stop
Every time you play the red
The black is coming up

She's my black market baby
She's my black market baby
She's a diamond that
Wants to stay coal
She wants to stay coal
My baby wants to stay coal
Coal
Coal
My baby wants to stay coal


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