Telemachus, Jehst - The Sheltering Sky lyrics
[Telemachus, Jehst - The Sheltering Sky lyrics]
I'm on a higher plateau
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose
Lawrence of Arabia, off-key behaviour
Mickey Mouse soldier, sand storm fantasia
High on Peyote
High on the plains like Wile E Coyote
The guy with the goatee and kaftan
Smoking the Afghan, blocks of Moroccan hash
Send me to the Sandman
Think with keen imagery, psychedelic symmetry
God's the composer, life is the symphony
The song of the desert, of the desert trail
Canteen dry, I'm desperately frail
Plus thirsty as hell
Trek against the wind, beating on my face
Sandpaper on my skin a gang of masked riders
Figures rippling on the horizon
Pitching tents for the night
Campfire lighting
Nocturnal, got the moonshine pouring
Back on our journey first
Thing in the morning
I'm on a higher plateau
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose
There's black gold underfoot, lucrative land
Bring a bucket and a spade
Build a castle in the sand
A child on a beach, bite from a peach
Protect what's mine so I might have to reach
Heat beating down on the brow of the pilgrim
Announcing that Elvis has now
Left the building
Camel back rider, saddlebag cider
Hostile habitat, snake bite survivor
Billycans clattering, carrying a keg of beer
Wind beating against the fabric
Of my jellabiya
Chest pressed against the unseen forth
The nomad from the badlands of the north
The ghost of Jim Morrison guiding my course
Brave new world and I'm opening
The doors of perception
Tangled up in this spaghetti western
Desert storm war, Military intervention
I'm on a higher plateau
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose
Lawrence of Arabia, off-key behaviour
Mickey Mouse soldier, sand storm fantasia
High on Peyote
High on the plains like Wile E Coyote
The guy with the goatee and kaftan
Smoking the Afghan, blocks of Moroccan hash
Send me to the Sandman
Think with keen imagery, psychedelic symmetry
God's the composer, life is the symphony
The song of the desert, of the desert trail
Canteen dry, I'm desperately frail
Plus thirsty as hell
Trek against the wind, beating on my face
Sandpaper on my skin a gang of masked riders
Figures rippling on the horizon
Pitching tents for the night
Campfire lighting
Nocturnal, got the moonshine pouring
Back on our journey first
Thing in the morning
I'm on a higher plateau
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose
There's black gold underfoot, lucrative land
Bring a bucket and a spade
Build a castle in the sand
A child on a beach, bite from a peach
Protect what's mine so I might have to reach
Heat beating down on the brow of the pilgrim
Announcing that Elvis has now
Left the building
Camel back rider, saddlebag cider
Hostile habitat, snake bite survivor
Billycans clattering, carrying a keg of beer
Wind beating against the fabric
Of my jellabiya
Chest pressed against the unseen forth
The nomad from the badlands of the north
The ghost of Jim Morrison guiding my course
Brave new world and I'm opening
The doors of perception
Tangled up in this spaghetti western
Desert storm war, Military intervention
I'm on a higher plateau
Dry dirt trail on this mountain road
Vultures over head then I'm
Counting the Crows alfred Hitchcock cowboy
Arms folded in a B-Boy pose