Song Info
Genre
Author
Trev Teasdel
Rights
Trev Teasdel
Uploaded
May 12, 2023
Track Files
MP3
MP3 15.5 MB • 320 kbps • 6:46
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WAV 68.3 MB
Story behind the song
Explores the romantic and the disillusioned side of love.
Lyrics
COME INTO MY PALACE (Love and Illusion)
Male Voice
Come into my palace, where love is burning bright.
Come into my palace, full of golden light.
Take my hand, we'll dance along, it's scintillating rays.
I'll take you where the light comes out in beautiful bouquets.
Where the sun's invited to do a ballet with the moon.
And the silver fountains sing the most ethereal tune.
Where sandy beaches kiss a milky sea, come along, attach yourself to me.
Come into my palace where lovers’ dreams take flight.
Come into my palace, our fire will ward away the night.
Melting in your arms, we’ll be a sea that floats on air.
We’ll tie our hearts to a rock; no water can wear n’ tear.
I’ll carry you away in the chariots of my arms,
To a land where all the stars perform, a Pantomime on ice.
Happiness, like apples, can be picked off from a tree.
Come along - attach yourself to me.
Female Voice
Now listen to my words, you wild romantic man,
If you can drag yourself away from the world of Peter Pan.
You say our love would be a knot winds of change could not untie.
A love to stand the stress and strains, where tempers flare and fly.
The paradise you offer's just a twinkle in your eye.
That'll wither in the weather and cause your eyes to cry.
Come into our council house where ends can never meet.
Come into our council house, it’s not much better than the street.
Listen to the jets roar by and inch above our rooves.
Look out for the cracks they make in great big inch wide grooves.
Come upstairs, we'll make our love 'till bedsprings creak and groan.
Morning time, tangled hair will frighten off our combs.
Where crapped in nappies need a constant change,
Come along, put some more coke on the range.
Come into our council house where rats roam in the night.
Come into our council house, a leak shorts out the kitchen light.
Take my hand, we’ll dance along a carpet worn and thin.
I’ll take you where the sink stains aren’t removed with grit or Vim.
Where a women’s place is supposed to be when wedding bells have tolled.
Where love is a memory, sunk in bitterness, grown cold.
Come into our council house where kids all scream and spew.
Come into our council house, can’t afford to disinfect the loo.
Take my hand and chain me to the kids and kitchen sink.
Excuse me if you see me in a state because of drink.
When there's no food in the larder, could you bare to eat your words.
Plans will crack like a pavement; the dogs have soiled with turds.
Tread upon the floorboards that splinter ‘neath your feet.
Try papering a damp wall where the moisture likes to seep.
(Love will be a memory, sunk in bitterness, grown cold.
Withered as a wrinkle on a flower grown cold.)
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