Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Sheltering Sky , by - Telemachus. Release date: 17.12.2011
Song language: English
The Sheltering Sky |
| I’m on a higher plateau |
| Dry dirt trail on this mountain road |
| Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows |
| Alfred Hitchcock cowboy |
| Arms folded in a B-Boy pose |
| (Verse 1 — Jehst) |
| Lawrence of Arabia, off-key behaviour |
| Mickey Mouse soldier, sand storm fantasia |
| High on Peyote |
| High on the plains like Wile E Coyote |
| The guy with the goatee and kaftan |
| Smoking the Afghan, blocks of Moroccan hash |
| Send me to the Sandman |
| Think with keen imagery, psychedelic symmetry |
| God’s the composer, life is the symphony |
| The song of the desert, of the desert trail |
| Canteen dry, I’m desperately frail |
| Plus thirsty as hell |
| Trek against the wind, beating on my face |
| Sandpaper on my skin |
| A gang of masked riders |
| Figures rippling on the horizon |
| Pitching tents for the night |
| Campfire lighting |
| Nocturnal, got the moonshine pouring |
| Back on our journey first thing in the morning |
| I’m on a higher plateau |
| Dry dirt trail on this mountain road |
| Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows |
| Alfred Hitchcock cowboy |
| Arms folded in a B-Boy pose |
| There’s black gold underfoot, lucrative land |
| Bring a bucket and a spade, build a castle in the sand |
| A child on a beach, bite from a peach |
| Protect what’s mine so I might have to reach |
| Heat beating down on the brow of the pilgrim |
| Announcing that Elvis has now left the building |
| Camel back rider, saddlebag cider |
| Hostile habitat, snake bite survivor |
| Billycans clattering, carrying a keg of beer |
| Wind beating against the fabric of my jellabiya |
| Chest pressed against the unseen forth |
| The nomad from the badlands of the north |
| The ghost of Jim Morrison guiding my course |
| Brave new world and I’m opening the doors of perception |
| Tangled up in this spaghetti western |
| Desert storm war, Military intervention |
| I’m on a higher plateau |
| Dry dirt trail on this mountain road |
| Vultures over head then I’m counting the Crows |
| Alfred Hitchcock cowboy |
| Arms folded in a B-Boy pose |