Testo Throne Of Desire Variations
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(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic") Let me start with you Miss Shy Bundled up in your mother's lie Tip toe, tip toe Hiding your silky pleasure Miss Shy come to me Along the snowy paths of modesty Tip toe, tip toe Hiding your silky treasure Come to me with downcast eyes Come to me and claim the prize Of your outrageous pleasure How I like you Miss Shy Bundled up in your mother's lie Tip toe -- Claim your outrageous pleasure! o o o And you I want strong With your hatred intact With your father's pipe And your brother's bat And your quaint belief In holy authority With your discipline And your Darwin claws And your legal eye On the peacock's flaws I see what fallen man Was meant to be With your absolute No man can refute Your absolutely unique Contempt for the weak Down on our paws There are no laws Kiss me where I can not speak You I want strong With your hatred intact With your father's pipe And your brother's bat Now kiss me Where I cannot speak! o o o You I want for my friend To gossip with me and drink tea To walk down by the river's bend You I want for my friend To watch the water going by The swallows climbing above To tell me that I lie When I tell you I cannot love, Cannot love To know my heart better than me To be my friend in charity To speak of lovers old and new To say to me, what they've done to you You I want for my friend To make some sense of our difference To eat and drink together To comfort one another, And may our conversation never end! o o o And you I want your Beauty hidden From all Sight but my Own So none may know your womanhood Or hear you moan Your pleasures To an infant thumb You will be True to me There will be no Infidelity For I will weave A cloak so tight About your loveliness No man will ever guess The wild commands you whisper From your childhood to the night And what Drops the moon About a man And draws Him tidal to Your lips And lets your nipples harden I can Hear you moan Your pleasures To an infant thumb And you I want To wink at me And you I want To think of me You I want above I want you below You I want veiled And you to know I want you clumbsy I want you skilled You be ferocious You be mild... You be foolish You be wise You stay here You stay outside You comb out your hair You keep it curled I want, I want, I want I want to know the world You comb out your hair You keep yours curled I want, I want to know the world! o o o And you Who did not come tonight I will wait for you And you Who are not born I will write for you And you Who must appear In veils of chance And mystery I will kneel I will kneel Like a child Who's watching Mary As she stands Upon the air In gentle splendour In the black Mouth of a cave Open-armed and radiant To save mankind And all the broken World to mother And I swear By the obscure Truth Of this Enfolded heart I swear By The unrequited greed Of this Human heart And all Its Disappointed pleasures I swear By The deep light Of my soul Stained And covered over With Intrigues of pride Whose mercy is To let me sing I swear That I will be For the one Who will not come To me I swear that I will be Her lover Her eternal And imperfect Spirit lover.
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