Momus - Zanzibar lyrics

Autumn is warm these are my golden years
Roll on a casino of shadows
At the Ocean del Sol fortune is long
But these are the older years
When the waterfall spider sparkles and turns
Like a clock in the dark

Far from the spring sit in a barber's chair
Still bringing glamour to towns where
The hammer must fall feminine man
Tall in the evening air
With the Zulu who walks with
You always by your side

And the pain goes and explain those
Spiders are building their webs across
Skulls' eyes in the dark far from springtime
In a barber's chair
Time to pull on the face that you
Keep in a jar by the door

Galloping ghosts take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're
Charging in dreams at least rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper
Away with a cradle of cats

In a postage stamp world
There is nothing yet left to believe in
For a fox hunting man who has sold
All his clothes to the slave trade
You are lovely in face
Love me in body and everything
You've got laughter and brains and I love
You so much in your hat

And the pain goes
Further and further and deeper
And deeper inside
And the time goes so slow in the
Winter time rolling in straw and hay
For a fox hunting man
Who can stand in the fire and just fade away
You are lovely of face
You are lovely of body and soul

Galloping ghosts take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're
Charging in dreams at least rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper
Away with a cradle of cats

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