Sefronia
After Asklepiades, After Kafka Sefronia
shook the black cat bone at me And I was only wax in the spell of fire Oh
my coal black nigger When
black coal burns It ripens into a rose She
pried the whip out of her master's hand And lashed at her own skin So
she'd be master How
could she know This was just a dream Born of a new knot in the bullwhip The
Kings Chain I
couldn't buy you with a hundred cattle But you hike in shells and feathers
Up the African beach I
am king here Tied to this hut by the King's chain My power's like a tree
And green taboo to me The
chameleon lies in your dusty fingers, And the blue flies circle your head
like stars Jump
into me now I must not see the water Let me sip weakness From your
dark nipples
Tim
Buckley/Larry Beckett Tim Buckley Music ASCAP/Fifth Floor Music, Inc. ASCAP Released
1973 Discreet/Warner Brothers - "Sefronia" Running
time 5:39 |