1. The Bandit Queen 2. Bridges and Balloons 3. Constantinople 4. The Kingdom of Spain 1. The Bandit Queen Originally tabbed by: Unregistered As the Sun is sinking low, And the evening's tucked in tow, On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee. She ain't fancy, she ain't fine While her fingers number only nine She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency. She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea O Bandit Queen, steal away to me. BRIDGE Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain In an alcove hid by some trees Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure, My ladylove sniffs at the breeze. And sitting up, she adjusts her turban And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon And listening to the whistling of the train in station N. Odds are it will never reach its destination. 'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride Oh, let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight. She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea O Bandit Queen, steal away to me. 2. Bridges and Balloons CAPO 4 We sailed away on a winter's day With fate as malleable as clay But ships are fallible, I say And the nautical, like all things, fades And I can recall our caravel A little wicker beetle shell With four fine maste and lateen sails Its bearings on Cair Paravel Oh my love Oh it was a funny little thing To be The ones To've seen The sight of bridges and balloons Makes calm canaries irritable And they caw and claw all afternoon Catenaries and dirigibles Brace and buoy the living room A loom of metal warp woof wimble And a thimble's worth of milky moon Can touch hearts larger than a thimble Oh my love Oh it was a funny little thing To be The ones To've seen Oh my love It was a funny little thing Oh it was a funny funny funny little thing 3. Constantinople Originally tabbed by: aflowerandagun O the minarets of Constantinople Are plated gold, ivory, and opal Their cupolas all onion domed and light. And the magistrate of Constantinople Has made a match; his family was hopeful Their daughter would be promised a wedding night. But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie For far across the town, her lover now is drowned And painted by the Bosporus in blue And there's nothing for a broken heart to do. Down the dirty streets of Constantinople The beggars weep, their hands all wide open Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway. At a windowsill in Constantinople Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful And gazes on the walls that hold his love. But the Sultan's weary bride, she won't be wed tonight Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie For far across the town, her lover now is drowned And painted by the Bosporus in blue And there's nothing for a broken heart to do. No, there's nothing for a broken heart to do. Except cry. 4. The Kingdom of Spain Originally tabbed by: Unregistered In the Kingdom of Spain There are such colors They defy any name Like drab and dolor But oh the King and the Queen of Spain With their long unpronounceable names Grace the table at the long lost Kingdom of Spain In the Kingdom of Light A lithe young lawyer Tries a case for Her unjustly arrested brother But oh the King and the Queen of Light Rule with unbendable might So it's to the gallows with the long lost Kingdom of Light BRIDGE In the Kingdom of Love Oh, we're all just fodder As the cannonades drub Our sons and daughters But oh the King and the Queen of Love In their long white fingerless gloves Bang the gavel for the long lost Kingdom of Love Of love Of love
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