Song | Tales Of Brave Ulysses |
Artist | Cream |
Album | Crossroads |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Eric Clapton/Martin Sharp | |
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, | |
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun. | |
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids, | |
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses: | |
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, | |
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips. | |
And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise, | |
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. | |
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, | |
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind. | |
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. | |
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, | |
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands | |
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured | |
By the sirens sweetly singing. | |
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. |
Written: Eric Clapton Martin Sharp | |
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, | |
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun. | |
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids, | |
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses: | |
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, | |
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips. | |
And you see a girl' s brown body dancing through the turquoise, | |
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. | |
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, | |
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind. | |
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. | |
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, | |
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands | |
With tales of brave Ulysses how his naked ears were tortured | |
By the sirens sweetly singing. | |
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. |
Written: Eric Clapton Martin Sharp | |
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, | |
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun. | |
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids, | |
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses: | |
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, | |
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips. | |
And you see a girl' s brown body dancing through the turquoise, | |
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. | |
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, | |
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind. | |
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. | |
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, | |
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands | |
With tales of brave Ulysses how his naked ears were tortured | |
By the sirens sweetly singing. | |
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers, | |
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. |