Zanzibar - Momus

Autumn is warm

These are my golden years

Roll on a casino of shadows at the Ocean del Sol

Fortune is long

But these are the older years

When the waterfall spider sparkles and turns like a clock in the dark

Far from the spring

Sit in a barber’s chair

Still bringing glamour to towns where the hammer must fall

Feminine man

Tall in the evening air

With the Zulu who walks with you always by your side

And the pain goes

And explain those

Spiders are building their webs across skulls' eyes in the dark

Far from springtime

In a barber’s chair

Time to pull on the face that you keep in a jar by the door

Galloping ghosts

Take me to Zanzibar

Forward and forward the chargers they’re charging in dreams at least

Rallying round

The faces of every old ghost

In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle of cats

In a postage stamp world

There is nothing yet left to believe in

For a fox-hunting man who has sold all his clothes to the slave trade

You are lovely in face

Love me in body and everything

You’ve got laughter and brains and I love you so much in your hat

And the pain goes

Further and further and deeper and deeper inside

And the time goes so slow in the winter time rolling in straw and hay

For a fox-hunting man

Who can stand in the fire and just fade away

You are lovely of face, you are lovely of body and soul

Galloping ghosts

Take me to Zanzibar

Forward and forward the chargers they’re charging in dreams at least

Rallying round

The faces of every old ghost

In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle of cats