Mother Of Pearl

Album: Stranded (1973)
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  • Turn the lights down (way down low)
    Turn up the music (hi as fi can go)
    All the gang's here (everyone you know)
    It's a crazy scene (hey there just look over your shoulder)
    Get the picture?

    No no no no (Yes)
    Walk a tightrope (your life-sign-line)
    Such a bright hope (right place, right time)
    What's your number?(never you mind)

    Take a powder(but hang on a minute what's coming round the corner?)
    Have you a future?
    No no no no (yes)

    Well I've been up all night again
    Party-time wasting is too much fun
    Then I step back thinking
    Of life's inner meaning
    And my latest fling
    It's the same old story
    All love and glory
    It's a pantomime

    If you're looking for love
    In a looking glass world
    It's pretty hard to find
    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl
    Divine intervention
    Always my intention
    So I take my time

    I've been looking for something
    I've always wanted
    But was never mine
    But now I've seen that something
    Just out of reach, glowing
    Very Holy grail
    Oh mother of pearl
    Lustrous lady
    Of a sacred world

    Thus, even Zarathustra
    Another-time-loser
    Could believe in you
    With every goddess a let down
    Every idol a bring down
    It gets you down
    But the search for perfection
    Your own predilection
    Goes on and on and on and on
    Canadian Club love
    A place in the Country
    Everyone's ideal

    But you are my favorita
    And a place in your heart dear
    Makes me feel more real
    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't change you
    For the whole world
    You're highbrow, holy
    With lots of soul

    Melancholy shimmering
    Serpentine sleekness
    Was always my weakness
    Like a simple tune
    But no dilettante
    Filigree fancy

    Beats the plastic you
    Career girl cover
    Exposed and another
    Slips right into-view
    Oh looking for love
    In a looking glass world
    Is pretty hard for you
    Few throwaway kisses
    The boomerang misses
    Spin round and round
    Fall on featherbed quilted
    Faced with silk

    Softly stuffed eider down
    Take refuge in pleasure
    Just give me your future
    We'll forget your past
    Oh mother of pearl
    Submarine lover

    In a shrinking world
    Oh lonely dreamer
    Your choker provokes
    A picture cameo
    Oh mother of pearl
    So so semi-precious
    In your detached world
    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl

    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl

    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl

    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl

    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl

    Oh mother of pearl
    I wouldn't trade you
    For another girl Writer/s: Bryan Ferry
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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