She melted in the rays of sun
Her ears cherished Bob Dyla’n
Ripe melon holy oozed sweet juice
She touched brass strings to sing some blues
She touched brass strings to sing some blues…
A Northern girl you met one day
In blaze of fireworked Sydney
She wasn’t cold like winter ice
Her skin was oat, her hair was rice
And voice like bells rang sacred mass
She had a brittle heart of glass
She had a brittle heart of glass…
A Northern girl you met one day
In blaze of fireworked Sydney
Vacation ended like the rain
All flights are booked, last supper, train
She had become a mistress muse
Ripe melon holy oozed sweet juice
Ripe melon holy oozed sweet juice…
Music Video https://youtu.be/VzDERN5Qn0M?si=2zh7AZ-t5BQ8IwJt
Melon Holy Blues
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