Lyrics A Secret Silken World - David Baerwald

A Secret Silken World

I took a ride with a sadist on a Saturday night
His teeth were like diamonds in the dashboard light
He knew a place nearby;
we took a right at the light
And I smiled because I’d never ever been there
He said «When I was your age I was a millionaire
Those were the days of Woodstock — I was there
It’s such a drag about the forest;
such a shame about the air
But when I was your age I was a millionaire.»
Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night
Don’t you love it with a stranger when time is tight
Don’t you love a little struggle, don’t you love a little fight
Don’t you feel like the devil in the blue moonlight
On a lazy kind of night
The seats of his car were like a woman’s skin
Made me think about all those places I’ve been
It made me understand murder and the nature of sin
I leaned back and I listened to his music
He said, «Things would go better if you’d be my friend
You don’t have to like all the means to your end
I don’t want to boast;
I don’t mean to offend
But things would go better if you’d be my friend.»
Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night
Don’t you love it with a stranger when time is tight
Don’t you love a little struggle, don’t you love a little fight
Don’t you feel like the devil under blue moonlight
On a lazy kind of night
There’s a secret silken world of sex and submission
Of vodka and handcuffs and acts of contrition
Your enemies succumb and the ladies all listen
To the tales of your woes and your secret ambitions
And your hopes and your dreams and your pain and your perdition
In your secret silken world of sex and submission
She looked more like a plate then a scared little girl
Her pupils were pinpoints as he fingered her pearls
It was crossing my mind to maybe give it a whirl
Until I noticed her fingers were trembling
She said, «I've never liked boys, I much prefer men.»
She must have liked the way it sounded 'cause she said it again
The car headed north up Beverly Glen
I was taken by surprise with nausea
Don’t you love this kind of lazy kind of night
Don’t you love to hurt the weak when they refuse to fight
When there’s no need to be judgemental;
no need to be polite
All you need to know is that might equals right
On a lazy kind of night
I see my own reflection
There’s no escape
Do you think it’s wrong?
Do you think it’s wrong to love your own reflection?
All those hungry people
It’s such a drag
Let’s get something to eat
On a lazy kind of night
On a lazy kind of night
A lazy kind of night
Don’t you love to hurt the weak
On a lazy kind of night