The Sheltering Sky - Telemachus, Jehst

I’m on a higher plateau

Dry dirt trail on this mountain road

Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows

Alfred Hitchcock cowboy

Arms folded in a B-Boy pose

(Verse 1 — Jehst)

Lawrence of Arabia, off-key behaviour

Mickey Mouse soldier, sand storm fantasia

High on Peyote

High on the plains like Wile E Coyote

The guy with the goatee and kaftan

Smoking the Afghan, blocks of Moroccan hash

Send me to the Sandman

Think with keen imagery, psychedelic symmetry

God’s the composer, life is the symphony

The song of the desert, of the desert trail

Canteen dry, I’m desperately frail

Plus thirsty as hell

Trek against the wind, beating on my face

Sandpaper on my skin

A gang of masked riders

Figures rippling on the horizon

Pitching tents for the night

Campfire lighting

Nocturnal, got the moonshine pouring

Back on our journey first thing in the morning

I’m on a higher plateau

Dry dirt trail on this mountain road

Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows

Alfred Hitchcock cowboy

Arms folded in a B-Boy pose

There’s black gold underfoot, lucrative land

Bring a bucket and a spade, build a castle in the sand

A child on a beach, bite from a peach

Protect what’s mine so I might have to reach

Heat beating down on the brow of the pilgrim

Announcing that Elvis has now left the building

Camel back rider, saddlebag cider

Hostile habitat, snake bite survivor

Billycans clattering, carrying a keg of beer

Wind beating against the fabric of my jellabiya

Chest pressed against the unseen forth

The nomad from the badlands of the north

The ghost of Jim Morrison guiding my course

Brave new world and I’m opening the doors of perception

Tangled up in this spaghetti western

Desert storm war, Military intervention

I’m on a higher plateau

Dry dirt trail on this mountain road

Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows

Alfred Hitchcock cowboy

Arms folded in a B-Boy pose