We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
Conquistador there is no time, I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
Across the straits, around the horn,
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course,
And no one left alive.
1 comment:
Omg; this version of "Whiter Shade of Pale" gives me chills--well, every version does. This guy surely has been reincarnated from another time and another place. What else could explain his amazing, unique sensibility?
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