(no subject)
Her hips drift like wind-shifted sand-dunes
Then surge like high tide at low sun
I soar, lost in trance, on the wings of her dance
My heart beats with the pulse of the drum
As storm clouds crouch low over Memphis
The first whiffs of cool breeze appear
As Pharoah bows low o'er his temptress
Ra's eye will rain joyous tears
For He knows what god we all worship
And He knows what serpents have daydreams about
He knows what games they play when it rains
on high desert plains as his gold eye winks out
Then surge like high tide at low sun
I soar, lost in trance, on the wings of her dance
My heart beats with the pulse of the drum
As storm clouds crouch low over Memphis
The first whiffs of cool breeze appear
As Pharoah bows low o'er his temptress
Ra's eye will rain joyous tears
For He knows what god we all worship
And He knows what serpents have daydreams about
He knows what games they play when it rains
on high desert plains as his gold eye winks out