Lyrics Queer - Thompson Twins
Is
the
story
of
the
depravity
of
the
beat
generation
true?
Daisy
and
Lily,
lazy
and
silly
Walk
by
the
shore
of
the
warm,
grassy
sea
Talking
once
more
neath
a
swan-bosomed
tree
Rose
castles
fourelles,
those
bustles
where
swells
Each
foam
bell
of
ermine
they
roam
and
determine
What
fashions
have
been
and
what
fashions
will
be
What
tartan
leaves
born
what
crinolines
worn
Yeah
Queer,
Queer
Queer,
Queer
By
green
(thefis)
pelisses
or
farlahine
blue
Like
the
thin
plaided
leaves
that
castle
crags
grew
Or
velours
d'afrande
on
the
water
gods'
land
Her
hair
seemed
gold
trees
on
the
honey
cell
sand
When
the
thickest
gold
spangles
on
Deep
water
seen
were
like
twanging
guitar
And
like
cold
mandoline
and
the
nymphs
of
great
caves
With
hair
like
gold
waves
of
Venus
wore
(Farta)
fine
Yeah
Queer,
Queer
Queer,
Queer
Wild
fire
passion
and
impossible
temper
The
nymph
tagliongrisi
the
ondine
wear
Plaided
Victoria
and
thin
clementine
Like
the
crinolined
waterfalls
nymphs
wear
beneath
shawls
Elegant
parasols
floating
are
seen
The
amazons
wear
balzarine
blue
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