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Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love)

T. Rex, Marc Bolan
Popularity ยท Low
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Sitting all alone, looking at the throne Of the one I used to love Sitting all alone, looking in a stone Of my lovely Inca love Oh, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Ah-g'n, lada-g'n, ah-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Lada-g'n, ah-g'n The huntress stands with eagle hands She'll take me to where she saw She saw so deep it rocks the river Of her stomach sky Oh, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Ah-g'n, lada-g'n, ah-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Lada-g'n, ah-g'n Ah-cha, ah-cha, wu-pa Ah-cha, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa, yeah The opal moon, it shines upon Old grapes for my love Sitting all alone, sitting in a throne Of my lovely Inca love Oh, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Ah-g'n, lada-g'n, ah-g'n, lada-g'n, lada-g'n Lada-g'n, ah-g'n Ah-cha, ah-cha, wu-pa Ah-cha, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa Ah-cha, ah-cha, wu-pa Ah-cha, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa, wu-pa Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Hare Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Hare, Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll His eyes consuming the silent midnight woods He nuzzled his long, moley snout deep inside the heart of a marigold And let his moleish imagination skip to and fro Over sunken galleons and pirate pictures Of rusted doubloons and deep-water cabins Stacked to the brim with musty muskets and Goldfish gauntlets once worn by Henry Morgan The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three- Cornered hat to its own sleepy-eyed reflection Then it hopped past the crested nest of the snoring cuckoo And flew off into the Lionel Lark morning looking for friend Mole Mole was on a marigold comedown and sulkily scraped Blue-beat rhythms with his ground-digging paw "Yes," he whispered, "me and Li are going A-questing for the lily pond of Fox Nicks Li will know all the mapping gen" So the mole, kneeling on the soft soil, said a morning prayer to Ra Not even caring if he dirtied his yellow Rupert trousers Because his moleish mind knew that praying was special I come from a time When the burning of trees was a crime I lived by a sea Where TV was a thing of the future Ah, people were fair and you'd star in a hair But now there's a danger which doesn't live on