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Albums:

Silk & Steel (5 Star) · Silk Degrees (Boz Scaggs) · The Collection: Slow Dancer/Silk Degrees/Down Two [1997 Small Box] (Boz Scaggs) · Silk Wilhelm I: Audiovisual Couture, Vol. I (Kowesix) · Taylored in Silk (Johnnie Taylor) · Grime, Silk & Thunder (Ultra Naté) · 100% Silk (Garnett Silk) · Red Silk Vow (Seraphim Shock) · Raw Silk (Randy Crawford) · Touch of Silk (Eric Gale) – and 60 other albums »


outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?

Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

my mind was young until she grew

my secret thoughts known only by the few

it was a dream much to real
The day vanishes
Withers like trodden grass
Our whispers are wafting along by the breeze
Through an open passage

Absorbed by the night
Conjure
Lady luck I want you 
Bumping by my side 
Like a silk shod connector 
On a midnight ride 

Sensation Boulevard 
(I got to go) 
Sensation Bouleva
Guinevere of the royal court of Arthur
Draped in white velvet, silk and lace.
The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase,
Sparkles on fingers,
me and
I'll take my cue
Ain't you guessed by now
I'm sold on you

The late bus is leaving
From the lonely station
So grab your silk stockings
But when the time was right, the flowers grew
But they were made of silk and sequins, two by two.

I traveled 'round the world to find the sun.
I
would marry thee.
Oh, what is whiter than the milk?
What is softer than the silk?
Oh, snow is whiter than the silk;
Down is softer than the silk.
And what
I am paralyzed in time's confusion
The days seem to pass me by
Sometimes love feels like quiet observation
New dreams are born when old dreams die
you by your mother's name
Trout belly silk, a brace of shakes
Tell your man my hands are itching
Lose your shame, see it slow
Two lane cyclone red
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca

On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with death
And the people are
Inhaling her sobs
And in
I shivered 
in the warmth of their god 
Yet this mansion 
is haunted by romance 
His servants heal my scars 
Anointing me with oil 
I am naked
Charmed like a flie
By the artificial light
Going round in circles we are creatures of the night
Moth to a flame
Fluttering in vain
Girl you
a gal by the cut of her clothes
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows

I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun
But I'll love you