On Chephren's barge to Mafia island
We broke coral and drank whiskey
In the glowing heat
And the sunsail slattered in the wind
Like berserk machine guns
And the girls from the bar
They were bathing at the beach
And they sang in their melancholic voice
Soft words that were caught between
The sound of the waves
And they sang in a melancholic voice
We're stuck here for good
The radio had broken off just a few days ago
The ether swelled as the earth ran dry
Nothing moved in the flickering ardour
And the girls from the bar
They were bathing at the beach
And they sang in a melancholic voice
Soft words that were caught between
The sound of the waves
Melancholic
And the girls from the bar...
2017 04 07 ·