Thompson Twins - Queer Lyrics
Is the story of the depravity of the beat generation true?Daisy and Lily, lazy and sillyWalk by the shore of the warm, grassy seaTalking once more neath a swan-bosomed treeRose castles fourelles, those bustles where swellsEach foam bell of ermine they roam and determineWhat fashions have been and what fashions will beWhat tartan leaves born what crinolines worn(chorus)YeahQueer, QueerQueer, QueerBy green (thefis) pelisses or farlahine blueLike the thin plaided leaves that castle crags grewOr velours d'afrande on the water gods' landHer hair seemed gold trees on the honey cell sandWhen the thickest gold spangles onDeep water seen were like twanging guitarAnd like cold mandoline and the nymphs of great cavesWith hair like gold waves of Venus wore (Farta) fine(REPEAT CHORUS)Wild fire passion and impossible temperThe nymph tagliongrisi the ondine wearPlaided Victoria and thin clementineLike the crinolined waterfalls nymphs wear beneath shawlsElegant parasols floating are seenThe amazons wear balzarine blue
