Song | The Last Conquistador |
Artist | Gruff Rhys |
Album | American Interior |
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I am the last conquistador, | |
I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
I am the first to document. | |
my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
I kept hold for your letters, | |
but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
Still I´m the last conquistador, | |
I keep on going, | |
though the going ain´t easy. | |
And now my mind´s in farrago, | |
all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
I´m still searching for Beulah, | |
and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
I´m so delirious I´m oblivious to previous, | |
hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life´s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life´s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blue |
I am the last conquistador, | |
I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
I am the first to document. | |
my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
I kept hold for your letters, | |
but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
Still I m the last conquistador, | |
I keep on going, | |
though the going ain t easy. | |
And now my mind s in farrago, | |
all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
I m still searching for Beulah, | |
and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
I m so delirious I m oblivious to previous, | |
hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blue |
I am the last conquistador, | |
I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
I am the first to document. | |
my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
I kept hold for your letters, | |
but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
Still I m the last conquistador, | |
I keep on going, | |
though the going ain t easy. | |
And now my mind s in farrago, | |
all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
I m still searching for Beulah, | |
and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
I m so delirious I m oblivious to previous, | |
hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
burst at the seams, | |
my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
Blueberries and dreams, | |
hollowed and squeezed, | |
A combination of disease and confusion. | |
My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
Blue |