Saturday, July 11, 2009

Opium Tea.

Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free
And I smile and I sip my opium tea.

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  1. Here I sleep the morning through
    'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes me
    And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and follow
    The day wherever it takes me

    I stand at the window and I look at the sea
    And I am what I am, and what will be will be
    I stand at the window and I look at the sea
    And I make me a pot of opium tea

    Down at the port I watch the boats come in
    Watch the boats come in can do something to you
    And the kids gather around with an outstretched hand
    And I toss them a dirham or two

    Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of me
    Cause I am what I am, and what will be will be
    I wonder if my kids are thinking of me
    And I smile and I sip my opium tea

    At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
    And the shapes of hooded men who pass me
    And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughs
    The strange luck that fate has cast me

    Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
    That he is what he is and what will be will be
    Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrily
    And I sit and I drink of my opium tea

    I'm a prisoner here, I can never go home
    There is nothing here to win or lose
    There are no choices needed to be made at all
    Not even the choice of having to choose

    Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also free
    Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
    I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also free
    And I smile and I sip my opium tea.

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  2. Phou haa ,Il a un arrière goût degueullasse votre the,
    je n'y reviendrai pas.

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  3. Vive l'infiniThé qui ne dépend de rien.
    Une tasse de the vide.

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