Henley Don Actual Miles: Henley's Greatest Hits The Garden Of Allah It was a pretty big year for fashion, a lousy year for rock'n'roll. the people give their blessings to crimes of passion it was a dark, dark night of the collective soul and I was somewhere out on Riverside by the El Royale Hotel when a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke , thought I knew him all too well he said,"Now that I have your attention, I've got something I wanna say. You may not wanna hear it, but I'm gonna tell it to 'ya anyway. You know I've always liked you boy, because you were not afraid of me, things are gonna get mighty rough here in Gomorah-by-the-sea." He said,"It's just like home, It's so damn hot I can't stand it. My fine searsucker suit is all soaking wet." And the hills were burning and the fire was raging, and the clock strikes midnight in the Garden of Allah (in the garden of allah....) (spoken-) Nice car. Ahh, I love those Bavarians, so meticulous, Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got so "fuzzy" And I was once a golden boy like you, and I was summoned to the Halls of Power in the Heavenly Court, and I dined with the deities who looked apon me with favor for my talents , my creativity, and we sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoons and drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley and they pawned the biting phrase from the tongues hot with blood.......... and drained their pens of bitter ink, vainly reaching for the bottle, full of empty edens branded especially for the ones who had come with great expectations to the perfumed Halls of Allah for their time in the sun.. And we were stokin' the fires, and oiling up the machinery, until the God found out we had ideas of our own, and the war was coming, and the earth was shaking, and there was no more room in the Garden of Allah (Spoken-) Today, I made an appearance downtown, I am an expert witness, because I say I am, and I said, "gentlemen", and I use that word loosely, I will testify for you, I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar, because there are no facts, there is no truth, only data to be manipulated, I can get you any result you like, what's it worth to 'ya?, because there is no wrong, there is no right, and I sleep very well at night, no shame, no solution, no remorse, no retrbution just people selling T-shrits, just opportunity to participate in a pathetic little circus and winning, winning, winning. It was a pretty big year for predators, the marketplace was on a roll, and the land of opportunity, spawned a whole new breed of men without souls, this year notoriety got all confused with fame and the Devil is downhearted babe, cause there's nothing left for him to claim, he said,"It's just like home, it's so low-down, I can't stand it... I guess my work 'round here has all been done, and the fruit was rotten, and the serpent's eyes shined, as he wraps around the vine, in the Garden of Allah, (in the garden of allah) |
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