(Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp)
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You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
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But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
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And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
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And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
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How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
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For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
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And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
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And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
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And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
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Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
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The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
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And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
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Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
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And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
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With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
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By the sirens sweetly singing.
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The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
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And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
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Tales Of Brave Ulysses
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| Eric Clapton |
