Baby Lord
Dune (Fun in the Sand)
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t was long ago in a misty age. The forests glowed with flame and rage. They're chasing me into the night. Those dryad girls of mad delight. I won't surrender to those thighs. I can't abide their gentle guise Their kind of love just feels too wrong, But they can never take my song. Their hunger's raw. Their touch is rough. A piece of me won't be enough. They'll kill me, for I've made my choice, But death can't stop my righteous voice.
We're going out for coffee. She's counting every bean. I'm dreaming up a movie, and she's stealing every scene. She walked into my story just to write a whole new part. She lets me crawl across the walls of her spectacular heart. She's banging on my mind like a spider on the drums. She's a dextrous danger when her rhythm comes. She's set up in my soul, and she's swinging from the ceiling! She's got a sting in her song, and she's spinning up a feeling.
Babe, I've got the freedom! I've got the choice. I have the power Because I've got the voice. People are going to march. They're going to hum. Everybody's going to tremble When they hear that drum. I've got a new plan. Baby, it's a lock. I've got an idea. It's called The Rock. It's called The Rock! It's that clash of metal. It's that guitar strum. It's a sound of ancient things. In the night it comes. The Rock is really moving now. It's a heat machine. Storm's on the horizon. Sun's on the scene.
Cruising down Mulholland and looking so pretty! But that doesn't make much sense because I'm in the wrong city. Sunset might be shaking, but I wouldn't know. I'm out beyond the sky. I can't see below. I bounce between the spheres like a wayfaring coney, But that's life for a bony macaroni. Right unto the heat death, I ride that riff. I got my flying lessons from Spaceman Spiff. Days of wine and thunder filled my cup till it burst. I'll keep running till I'm under because I'm kind of the worst. When there's nothing on the view screen, I can check my reflection. In space, it doesn't matter if you've got no direction. Living like a laser! Being like a blade! Blazing out forever! Those lovely laser days.
At last, Atlantis!
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