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From the Notre Dame
To the Seine
From the Notre Dame
In the rain
You said you'd be there
By the station
And I hung around
For far too long
And the dead bells sound
Like the sound of the rain
And I keep running away
Paris in the snow makes me feel
Alive again
Alive again
To the Gare du Nord
For a train
To the Gare du Nord
Leave again
Said you'd be there
At the station
But you disappeared
Like a song
And the dead bells sound
Like the sound of the train
And I keep running away
Paris in the snow makes me feel
Alive again
Alive again
And Paris in the snow
Is the greatest feeling I know
Paris in the winter
Brings me back to you
My eyes had fingers
That touched your face
That my eyes had fingers
To touch your grace
Minutes pass, hopes fade
Never thought I'd feel this way
After only a moment
Or two
Paris in the snow makes me feel
Alive again
After only a moment
Or two
It was just a moment
In the Paris snow
It was just a moment
But even so
In that moment
Frozen forever...
In the Paris snow
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Even though I'm on the rag
He still gave me a mornin' shag
Said "High Five, my brutha!"
When I saw my friend
Cuz I'd had a mornin' shag
And I don't need to pretend
Haven't gone to work
I Haven't even called in
Cuz I been doin' what a sinner does best
And baby that is sin
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Isn't ordinary life a drag?
Shouldn't everybody have a mornin' shag?
Isn't ordinary life a drag?
Shouldn't everybody have a mornin' shag?
*
It wasn't a sleazy situation
He wasn't one of my relations
We didn't spread any diseases
I mean,
how do you define what "sleaze" is?
I know you all think he's a real bad guy
And that I'm eatin' pie in the sky
But let me tell you
When we're alone
He thrills me to the bone
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Isn't ordinary life a drag?
Shouldn't everybody have a mornin' shag?
Isn't ordinary life a drag?
Shouldn't everybody have a mornin' shag?
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Succubus (wet nightmare)
03:38
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See the way you try to mold me
Try to program and control me
See the way you think you know
If I should stay or go
I say you throw the truth below
Out of the way
I try to understand your view
I think you could try the same too
See the way you make me fear you
Thinking people should revere you
Forcing everyone to hear you
Dontcha dontcha hear me
Copenhagen
What a bill of goods ya sold me
You think I'm fooled by tales you told me
You don't seem to realize
I see right through all your lies
Dontcha dontcha hear me
Copenhagen
Is there a way
How can I get through?
Get a message to the likes of you
Gotta be a way to heal it
Dontcha tell me you can't feel it
Dontcha dontcha feel it
Copenhagen
Dontcha dontcha hear me
Copenhagen
Dontcha leave here broken
Shaken
Spend your life regretting
Whatcha did or didn't do
In Copenhagen
Copenhagen
Cant ya hear me?
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Delicosio
06:20
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Today in another
Time and place
We posed our bodies in a sleep dance
In through a new castle
Of old architecture
Faded forest green halls led to coloured rooms
Each room a different generation
A different time for each different hue
And we watched eachother whiten
Late into night
Silver from the wobbly moon became
our new skin
We dealt another stroke of history
On earth together
Secret
Late into night
Night still in time
Danced the secret sex rite
Once again
Like in that other place
Before
Champagne stars hugging tight
Wobbly moon glow
Happy are we in this
Delicosio
Happy are we in this
Delicosio
Oh oh oh oh oh
We slept until the evening of time
Mind to mind
I watched us
You watched us
We stared and we studied
Each delicate structure
Dark paintings hung
Against the woodwork of
Lustrous green
Each picture turned into a doorway
A passage between the seen
And the unseen
And we danced the secret sleep dance
Of love of old
In places long forgotten
Corridors opened into halls of rooms
We had not yet discovered
Distant relatives and lovers
Watching us turn to different colours
Silent painting, I wished for this
In another room
Once before
Champagne stars hugging tight
Wobbly moon glow
Happy are we in this
Delicosio
Happy are we in this
Delicosio
Oh oh oh oh oh
We slipped away
No visitors came
Only a dark green painting
From another century
Watched us turn into the architecture
Slowly
Like a sleep dance
New corridors flung far away
Into the distance
Rooms we’d not discovered expanding out
Into untold dimensions
Walls unfolding into an area of
Time and ---------
Frighteningly aware of who and where we are
Suddenly we’re laughing
Always remember this
Open another door
There is no end to this place
I wished for this before
Delicosio
Delicosio
Delicosio
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Succubus (no narration)
03:37
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Diana Rosalind New Orleans, Louisiana
After being discovered by Bobby McFerrin as a young vocal improviser in San Francisco, I spent some years writing and performing with ensembles that remain important in the history of Bay Area arts, then did time tangling with the music biz in LA & NYC, followed by a decade in Europe, recording all the while, before coming "home" to NOLA. This is a partial musical record of that journey. ... more
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