Testo di The Feathered Consort

Feathered consort, woven fronds maternal Silken, shining, light the day With her whispered promises of passion Fertile joining, fashioned clay Like distant venus, so seductive Smoothing her scent on boys and men To make them whole and leave them smiling Thinking of her now and then They raise her up to sit at heaven's portal To suckle babes, ripen anew While second self, the sultry frеya Rides behind her cats, grеy and blue Wicked diva, cool mug-magnet The sulky, saucy temptress lights Another lip-stained cigarette And turns her face to show the whites Of eyes like torches, piercing, steely Thin, grey smoke, a coiling plume Paris showgirl, headdress cast Aside in tawdry dressing room