LYRICS. Take off those working clothes Put on these high heeled shoes Don’t want no preacher on the TV baby Don’t want to hear the news
Shut out the world behind us Put on your long black dress No one’s ever gonna find us here Just leave your hair in a mess I’ve been searching long enough I begged the moon and the stars above For sacred love
I’ve been up, I’ve been down I’ve been lonesome, in this godless town You’re my religion, you’re my church You’re the holy grail at the end of my search Have I been down on my knees for long enough? I’ve been searching the planet to find Sacred love
The spirit moves on the water She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter She’s rising up like a river in flood The word got made into flesh and blood The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies When I looked up could I trust my eyes? All the saints and angels and the stars up above They all bowed down to the flower of creation Every man every woman Every race every nation It all comes down to this Sacred love
Don’t need no doctor, don’t need no pills I got a cure for the country’s ills Here she comes like a river in flood The word got made into flesh and blood Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill But if you don’t love her your best friend will
All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above It all comes down, it all comes down It all comes down to love,
Take off your working clothes Put on your long black dress And your high heeled shoes Just leave your hair in a mess
I’ve been thinking ‘bout religion I’ve been thinking ‘bout the things that we believe I’ve been thinking ‘bout the Bible I’ve been thinking ‘bout Adam and Eve I’ve been thinking ‘bout the garden I’ve been thinking ‘bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life I’ve been thinking ‘bout forbidden fruit I’ve been thinking ‘bout a man and his wife
I been thinking ‘bout, thinking ‘bout Sacred love, sacred love…
Art will be the last bastion when all else fades away. ~ Timothy White (b 1952), American rock music journalist _________________
. My many thanks to those of you who freely give information about the times and lyrics and performers and song writers whose videos are prevalent at RI. I know nothing more than what can be found by way of the simplest searches by which I mean a special thanks to streeb for mentioning allmusic.com, and this memorable page. I don't think I'd ever heard of Walker or the sound of his voice, which it happened I relaxed with.
...but, how does Ian Whitcomb come into play with the singer, Scott Walker? Oh yeah, it's gotta be the big hair!
New Potato Caboose . I (too) believe music wins for the many of us who have heart and ears. _________________ .
LYRICS. Spinning fast, a piece of my past, Calls me to wonder at where I have been, The good and the bad and the bold and the nature of sin, Up and down, and in and out, Forty years dust that has gathered about, The pieces of youth that we scattered around, When we danced the Carousel Waltz.
A drink or two, a game of tag, Catch a partner and join in the dance, All of your dreams can come true if you just take a chance, Don’t question love, don’t ask around, Grab the brass ring from the hand of the clown, The faster you whirl, the sooner around, When you dance the Carousel Waltz.
All of the carousel sweethearts, And all of the carousel clowns, Mirrored in merry confusion, Pretending it’s love that we’ve found, The years come and go with a whisper, The calliope drowns out the age, We glow and we fade in the roles that we’ve made, ‘Til there’s nothing but ghosts on the stage.
Now we’re forcing rhymes, of simpler times, The paint on the ponies is fading away, The red and the green and the blue go the same shade of gray, Monochrome image of colored events, Recollections of times that we spent, The miracles came and the miracles went, While we danced the Carousel Waltz.
The miracles came and the miracles went, While we danced the Carousel Waltz.
Art will be the last bastion when all else fades away. ~ Timothy White (b 1952), American rock music journalist _________________
by brainpanhandler » Sun May 01, 2011 1:01 pm 
hair!
. I (too) believe music wins for the many of us who have heart and ears. 
