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DEVENDRA BANHART >> Merchandise Links
DEVENDRA BANHART
When the sun shone on vetiver When the sun shone on vetiver When the sun shone down Well they're silver and they're gold Well they're silver and they're gold Well they're silver and they're cold And I'm longing for the land And I'm longing for their land For nature's forgiving hand And we're drifting and we're sailing Now the sun aligns your legs And your lips and arms and breasts And the moon pulls wet Earth And your branches crawl around my claws And my leaves brush up against your arms And we're dancing In Thailand, my baby waits for me In Graceland, my baby waits for me In Spainland, my baby waits for me In Ireland, my baby waits for me In no lands, my baby waits for me Wimpishly I fall in love
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