FAWM 05 - 08 berber barley dreamin
i had a lovely dinner. i dreamed of barley.
there is nothing like a fireball. it is warm and glowing and can burn a man.
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pizza with spinach, barley salad
sweet red wine to wet the palate
tiny kitchen, big ol' world outside the door
barley salad, pizza with spinach
more on the table than we can finish
national geographic on the floor
that memory just keeps repeating
a suppertime that was fast and fleeting
midnight with miranda eating berber barley
exotic photos in that magazine
palette full of colours like we never seen
barley growin high up past their ears
that magazine full of exotic photos
that's a place that we might go
don't know where... maybe in tangiers
outside the house it keeps on snowing
my imagination is overflowing
out in the fields with miranda sowing berber barley
little farm commune, little mud hut
little sheepskin loincloth covering up my butt
my soul softens while my muscles start to harden
little mud hut, little farm commune
running through the jungle with my friend bubba the babboon
living in the Garden of Eden, eating from the garden
there's a wind outside keeps blowing
there's a pastoral movie my mind keeps showing
in the mountains with miranda growing berber barley
pizza with spinach, barley salad
when wintertime comes round here, she swings a wicked chilly mallet
pounding that thing hard upon the door
barley salad, pizza with spinach
dreamin about the tropics helps to scratch a big itch
national geographic on the floor
outside it's way below freezing
warm little kitchen with the oil heating
february night with miranda eating berber barley
