Me And Parvati (John Peel Session) - Slapp Happy

Me and Parvati

In Paris, France

Surrounded by musicians

Dressing to dance

On the tomb

Of aquisitions

Where bloomed

Our positions

Scattered like scars

On the skin of the stars

Needing celebration

We entered a bar

The conversation

Centered on

Conversation

She dropped a tear

For the frozen beer

In the forests of upper Thailand

Out on the street

The fragrance of paste

Lingered on her fingers

The forms she traced

Blushed to feel their

Unfamiliar blood

She made her name

On the exit lane

Of the famous Stellar Highways

Out on the street

Sobbing with lust

I hoped for a banquet

She denied me a crush

I blushed to taste such unfamiliar blood

Seeking sudden treasure on the Rue St. Jacques

The delicate creation of a bruise on her back

Struck down from behind

By a process in the back of her mind

Time will tell if her spell was cast or improvised —

On the curve of disaster I never dared to ask her

She made her name

On the exit lane

Of the famous Stellar Highways

Out on the street

The fragrance of paste

Lingered on her fingers

The forms she traced

Blushed to feel their

Unfamiliar blood