Momus Zanzibar
Autumn is warm
These are my golden years
Roll on a casino of shadows at the Ocean del Sol
Fortune is long
But these are the older years
When the waterfall spider sparkles and turns like a
clock in the dark
Far from the spring
Sit in a barber's chair
Still bringing glamour to towns where the hammer must
fall
Feminine man
Tall in the evening air
With the Zulu who walks with you always by your side
And the pain goes
And explain those
Spiders are building their webs across skulls' eyes in
the dark
Far from springtime
In a barber's chair
Time to pull on the face that you keep in a jar by the
door
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're charging in
dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle
of cats
In a postage stamp world
There is nothing yet left to believe in
For a fox-hunting man who has sold all his clothes to
the slave trade
You are lovely in face
Love me in body and everything
You've got laughter and brains and I love you so much
in your hat
And the pain goes
Further and further and deeper and deeper inside
And the time goes so slow in the winter time rolling in
straw and hay
For a fox-hunting man
Who can stand in the fire and just fade away
You are lovely of face, you are lovely of body and soul
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're charging in
dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle
of cats
