Listen to my bassman, he is lavender His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her Listen to the sounds he's giving As he is living, true to
There I was sitting on the top Of the world in a coin laundry Well, I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen Do you have a dollar
My heart is breakin' like a Krakatoa Hot fire, red hot fire Lava, oh, hot lava Hot lava, red hot lava Hot lava, red Hot lava, oh lava I'm gonna let
This town ain't much to look at, there ain't that much to do With the local Joe's at the stop and go and the class of '42 We go down to the laundromat
I got the all night laundry mat blues Washing everything I own except my shoes I got makeup 'round the collar and it smells like sweat A dollar in the
Lavender lips on a full, sore mouth "Where's the parade?" I asked his sleepy face But my lazy little shadow stayed asleep in bed Climbed another tree,
Kiko and the lavender moon Out playing, makes believe Nobody can see And then he waits And then he fakes And then he bends And then he shakes He plays
We're goin' hoppin', we're goin' hoppin' today Where things are poppin' the Philadelphia way We're gonna drop in on all the music they play On the bandstand
Brimstone Fire, Lava Ground(How Hot It Is, Oh, How Hot It Is, Oh) De Warriors Nuh Fear No Death Nor Any Form Of Terror Oh Pagan Did Mistake Nuh Make Dey
Elmo and the Lavender Moon Now playing, makes-believe nobody could see And then he waits and then he fakes And then he bends and then he shakes He plays
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you Thank you very much, very, very much It's been a pleasure playing for you, you were hot Yeah you were, you
I was three days short of pulling out of Kingsport I was headed down to Houston town Had the guitar packed and a burlap sack For exploiting my country
Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet soft and low When I'm broken I got nowhere to go Been hangin
I was walkin' in the park Dreamin' of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns Then I heard the children singin
his Mexican wedding shirt He leads her to oblivion Now the Rose is dead and he's long gone Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me Don't
You're a song written by the hands of God Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd But you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding
Lucky you were born that far away So we could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign man for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would
Oh, you know I have seen A sky without sun, a man with no nation Saints, captive in chains A song with no name for lack of imagination (Y'allah hey!