"Rana The Fortunate" lyrics
Laura Quirke & Joshua Burnside Lyrics
Thrown in to a golden cage
Renamed the breeder of grace but
All the finest silk of the land
Couldn't tie up my arms, tie up my hands
As for all the sweet perfume
And for all the flesh consumed
Nothing could change yes that I knew
And by the grace of he went I
I have known the pleasures of man
The honey spilled over my hands
And now an angry god commands
Blood on the altar
As the drunken soldiers slept
Through the palace gardens I crept
On a throne of feathers I have slept but now
I am awake
And all along
The dunes of the Dardanelles
A holy rifle on my shoulder and
50 pounds sterling
I kept in my pocket
I know very soon will
Be of no use to me
Rolled through the night
On a truck to the coast
The arrows of Ulgen above us
I'll sway my hips to the beat of the bombs
And salute the fallen
Oh, the joy to hear it
So lonesome you wouldn't believe it
As all the world is born again
Naked and wailing
Renamed the breeder of grace but
All the finest silk of the land
Couldn't tie up my arms, tie up my hands
As for all the sweet perfume
And for all the flesh consumed
Nothing could change yes that I knew
And by the grace of he went I
I have known the pleasures of man
The honey spilled over my hands
And now an angry god commands
Blood on the altar
As the drunken soldiers slept
Through the palace gardens I crept
On a throne of feathers I have slept but now
I am awake
And all along
The dunes of the Dardanelles
A holy rifle on my shoulder and
50 pounds sterling
I kept in my pocket
I know very soon will
Be of no use to me
Rolled through the night
On a truck to the coast
The arrows of Ulgen above us
I'll sway my hips to the beat of the bombs
And salute the fallen
Oh, the joy to hear it
So lonesome you wouldn't believe it
As all the world is born again
Naked and wailing
