Mafia Island

Yes, we sailed over the storm whipped, jade-green sea
On Chephren’s barge to Mafia island
We broke coral and drank whiskey in the glowing heat
And the sunsail slattered in the wind like beserk machine guns
And the girls from the bar, they were bathing at the beach
And they sang with a melancholic voice soft words that were caught
Between the sound of the waves and they sang in a melancholic voice
We’re stuck here for good, the radio had broken off
Just a few days ago
The ether swelled as the earth ran dry
Nothing moved in the flickering ardour
And the girls from the bar, they were bathing at the beach
And they sang with a melancholic voice soft words that were caught
Between the sound of the waves, yes, they sang in a melancholic voice…
Melancholic…
Melancholic…