Coda Queen by Totem Of The Heart Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The gingham dog, and the calico cat
The wolves of music and the dead man’s rat
Flowers in their cellophane and kaleidoscope eyes
I ain’t got no cabaret to suit my mind, no
(I never had the best of time)
[Verse 2]
Cynical dolls and incurious stars
Dutchess on the boulevard, vague on her alarms
Heavy was her heart, sunken as a stone
Banners like a thousand sunsets glow
[Chorus 1]
A phony, prophets world to a philosopher’s ease
Sweeping at the roulette mind
Preaching at the yеars are those soulless еyes
Clawing at the sweet sublime
Suicide reflects in her gentle grave
Sentry to the smart salute
Formlessly engaged, hypnotized
Hints for the young recruits
[Verse 3]
City dwellers stumble to read the news
Radios crackle, held within a headline muse
Yankee peddlers bargain through the dusty avenues
American beauty will you be mine
Take me far away and show me, some good time
Some good time
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
And I figured, the ballad of the songbird
Who sings a lovely prose
Whose talents weaken as time grows older
Cause she'll, move in by morning
On the other side of tomorrow
For I live anywhere, and it follows
Maddening and blooming
Loudest tempest storming
Stale nights, whispered dawning
Sit by day, and laugh through sorrow
For the tempo of the morrow
Will sin our lives from fusing
And hinder from misusing
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, the tempo of today
And the temptation of the next
Will lead us far astray
For her blurry, rusted eyes
And the hunter at her heels
Will reek of sweet, young hyacinth
Solstice for the mind
Elliptic for the path
Brooded for the course of labyrinth
[Chorus 2]
Socratic junkie, morally emerged
Beyond the waves of sunlit still
Travelled like the blues in a swampland surf
Flooded like a hunger strike
A candle brief but shown, never faltered for solution
Bemoaned in hast remorse
Waving sticks of burning incense, we are
Sinners on the quick withdraw
[Breakdown/Outro]
Taped to her cigar
Feeling no one can demise
With fortunes on her cards and seeming sparkled from the eyes
Sylph upon her wings
Angel of a star
From the window of her Cadillac, beluga caviar
SMS she calls
Down for distress
Cloudy mirror of opinion, yet wears that cloaking dress
Gazing star of noon-burn
Dreary, budding rose
Her cheeks were wan and vigil straight, and lips like blackened coal
Lips like blackened coal
Lips like blackened coal
The gingham dog, and the calico cat
The wolves of music and the dead man’s rat
Flowers in their cellophane and kaleidoscope eyes
I ain’t got no cabaret to suit my mind, no
(I never had the best of time)
[Verse 2]
Cynical dolls and incurious stars
Dutchess on the boulevard, vague on her alarms
Heavy was her heart, sunken as a stone
Banners like a thousand sunsets glow
[Chorus 1]
A phony, prophets world to a philosopher’s ease
Sweeping at the roulette mind
Preaching at the yеars are those soulless еyes
Clawing at the sweet sublime
Suicide reflects in her gentle grave
Sentry to the smart salute
Formlessly engaged, hypnotized
Hints for the young recruits
[Verse 3]
City dwellers stumble to read the news
Radios crackle, held within a headline muse
Yankee peddlers bargain through the dusty avenues
American beauty will you be mine
Take me far away and show me, some good time
Some good time
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
And I figured, the ballad of the songbird
Who sings a lovely prose
Whose talents weaken as time grows older
Cause she'll, move in by morning
On the other side of tomorrow
For I live anywhere, and it follows
Maddening and blooming
Loudest tempest storming
Stale nights, whispered dawning
Sit by day, and laugh through sorrow
For the tempo of the morrow
Will sin our lives from fusing
And hinder from misusing
[Pre-Chorus]
Well, the tempo of today
And the temptation of the next
Will lead us far astray
For her blurry, rusted eyes
And the hunter at her heels
Will reek of sweet, young hyacinth
Solstice for the mind
Elliptic for the path
Brooded for the course of labyrinth
[Chorus 2]
Socratic junkie, morally emerged
Beyond the waves of sunlit still
Travelled like the blues in a swampland surf
Flooded like a hunger strike
A candle brief but shown, never faltered for solution
Bemoaned in hast remorse
Waving sticks of burning incense, we are
Sinners on the quick withdraw
[Breakdown/Outro]
Taped to her cigar
Feeling no one can demise
With fortunes on her cards and seeming sparkled from the eyes
Sylph upon her wings
Angel of a star
From the window of her Cadillac, beluga caviar
SMS she calls
Down for distress
Cloudy mirror of opinion, yet wears that cloaking dress
Gazing star of noon-burn
Dreary, budding rose
Her cheeks were wan and vigil straight, and lips like blackened coal
Lips like blackened coal
Lips like blackened coal