SAND AND FOAMDonovanThe sun was going down behind a tattoo treeAnd the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in theseaAnd all because of the phosphorus there in quantityAs I dug you digging me in MexicoThere in the Valley of Scorpio beneath the cross of jadeSmoking on a seashell pipe the gypsies had madeWe sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wineThat crystal-thought time in MexicoSitting in a chair of bamboo sipping grenadineStraining my eyes for a surfacing submarineKingdoms of ants walk across my feetI'm a-shaking in my seat in MexicoGrasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle nightMicroscopic circles in the fluid of my sightWatching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lampValentino vamp in MexicoThe sun was going down behind a tattoo treeAnd the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in theseaAnd all because of the phosphorus there in quantityAs I dug you digging me in MexicoTranscribed by Stephen Sandersteve_sander@cacdsp.com------------------------------------Stephen
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