Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gates of Eden, artist - Arlo Guthrie. Album song Last of the Brooklyn Cowboys, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 15.08.1973
Record label: Rising Son, Warner Bros
Song language: English
Gates of Eden |
Of war and peace the truth just twists |
Its curfew gull just glides |
Upon four-legged forest clouds |
The cowboy angel rides |
With his candle lit into the sun |
Though its glow is waxed in black |
All except when 'neath the trees of eden |
The lamppost stands with folded arms |
Its iron claws attached |
To curbs 'neath holes where babies wail |
Though it shadows metal badge |
All and all can only fall |
With a crashing but meaningless blow |
No sound ever comes from the gates of eden |
The savage soldier sticks his head in sand |
And then complains |
Unto the shoeless hunter who’s gone deaf |
But still remains |
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay |
At ships with tattooed sails |
Heading for the gates of eden |
With a time-rusted compass blade |
Aladdin and his lamp |
Sits with utopian hermit monks |
Side saddle on the golden calf |
And on their promises of paradise |
You will not hear a laugh |
All except inside the gates of eden |
Relationships of ownership |
They whisper in the wings |
To those condemned to act accordingly |
And wait for succeeding kings |
And i try to harmonize with songs |
The lonesome sparrow sings |
There are no kings inside the gates of eden |
The motorcycle black madonna |
Two-wheeled gypsy queen |
And her silver-studded phantom cause |
The gray flannel dwarf to scream |
As he weeps to wicked birds of prey |
Who pick up on his bread crumb sins |
And there are no sins inside the gates of eden |
The kingdoms of experience |
In the precious wind they rot |
While paupers change possessions |
Each one wishing for what the other has got |
And the princess and the prince |
Discuss what’s real and what is not |
It doesn’t matter inside the gates of eden |
The foreign sun, it squints upon |
A bed that is never mine |
As friends and other strangers |
From their fates try to resign |
Leaving men wholly, totally free |
To do anything they wish to do but die |
And there are no trials inside the gates of eden |
At dawn my lover comes to me |
And tells me of her dreams |
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse |
Into the ditch of what each one means |
At times i think there are no words |
But these to tell what’s true |