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The Golden Palominos

The Golden Palominos is an American musical group headed by drummer and composer Anton Fier, first formed in 1981. Aside from Fier, the Palominos membership has been wildly elastic, with only bassist Bill Laswell and guitarist Nicky Skopelitis appearing on every album. more »

Year:

1994

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You turn your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

You lift your head, I press on you
The more you move the less I know
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever
The burden of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark

Temper, promises, jealousy, tears
The burden of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating, sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark

The body extends like a thought
Like something you almost remember
Your memory is made of light
With your face shining like fate
Becoming something I can keep

Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever
The burden of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark

You turn your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

I lie here making a weapon out of desire
You hear me from far away but
My voice does not touch you
I throw out a net, waiting to gather you in
So I can keep you like a photograph

You turn your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

You raise your head, I press on you
The more you move the less I know
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

With warm hands, I die, you die,
Where is he, where am I,
Without laughter I am dead,
Dead and dead
In the pitch dark night
Arrow shot at him

Heavy arms, breathing, passion, fever
The burden of joy
Flavor, rhythm, turning, sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark

Temper, promises, jealousy, tears
The burden of joy
Pressure, aching, repeating, sweet
A gift from the woman who shone in the dark

You turn your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

Your memory is made up of light
It takes up residence and shines out
Like a photograph of fire
Like the light of my own body in the dark
Like something you almost remember

You turn your head, I rest on you
Beneath my skin, inside my bones
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

You lift your head, I press on you
The more you move the less I know
You guide my hand, what can I do but touch you

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