Voodoo Chile In Wonderland
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(Thank you) For Being There As each sharp outline Melts & weaves And undulates in time With the compulsive Rhythmic insistence Of each pounding musical line The scornful dancing lady dressed In black at last reveals She really isn't there at all She simply isn't real. So thank you for being there -My love At least I know that you're real. As I speak with you of love -In metaphors and in code A need for satisfaction grows But they're stories still to be told Of experience and fantasies Of vision and of fears But when the visions fade -you'll be there Lying in my tears Thank you for being there my love Then I know that you're real. If the lashing tail of paranoic fears Strike my smarting face Your understanding comforts me And puts everything in its place. So shush, my love, Your look and your touch can leave everything unsaid And I can face all those little people Just like Gulliver did. Thank you for being there, my love At last I've found someone who's real. The maniacal choirs that screamed out a warning Now sings a lullaby The walls that crashed to bury you and me Now shelter our hideaway Thank you for being there, my love At last I've found someone that's real Thank you for being there, my love At last I know that you're real. Brian Jones Source: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brian_Jones
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