Shriekback - God's Gardenias lyrics

Leela puts the flowers in her organised hair Celia keeps her money in the sea The mist is on the river The drinks are on the bar Pleasure's not a dirty word to me. I say: 'chat me no more yoga. Show me no more signs Read me no more catalogues of all my crimes The thort is flowing and the beast feels fine: God's gardenias rain on me...' Sarah throws potatoes at the lean yellow moon Getting even for that summer night: The sun was on the city The crab was in the sky (Sarah had a thing about the lights) She said: 'quote me no more Horace Swat me no more flies Don't rely on what we try to symbolise The walls like tissue - It's a mean design God's gardenias rain on me...' Rosy sees the dawn in through her calm lion's eyes - Cuts a dashing figure in the gloom. The Tigris and Euphrates The Jordan and the Nile Gush out from the corners of her room. So I say: 'blow me no more kisses, Scrape me no more bones Talk to me of ecstasies of flesh and stone Let's ask for absolution one more time: God's gardenias rain on me...' The Black Narcissus smiles for me and mine... God's gardenias rain on me...