Velvet Son
Embracing Escapades: Unveiling the Velvet Son's Tale
Lyrics
I came by to jingle in your armoury
I visited to make a cheerful, metallic noise in your collection of weapons.
As you fought all the sounds in me
While you battled the various sounds within me.
At the time of escapades up in the mountains
During adventurous exploits in the mountains.
The sound of the bells embraced me
The ringing of bells enveloped me.
I came by to tinkle in your garden
I came to make a light, tinkling sound in your garden.
As you taught all the kids to shoot
As you instructed children in the art of shooting.
At the time of escapades down in the valley
During adventurous exploits in the valley.
You fired a velvet gun
You shot a gun that metaphorically felt soft and luxurious (velvet).
My storehouse eyes, my Arabian bells
Describing the speaker's expressive eyes and musical bells with an Arabian flavor.
My warehouse legs, my Arabian chimes
Referring to the speaker's legs as a storage place, also with an Arabian musical element.
Should I leave them by your gun?
Should I leave these attributes near your gun?
Or, long-faced Lady, should I run?
Or, sad Lady, should I escape?
Lady, should I run?
Lady, should I escape?
I came by to close your open window
I came to shut your open window.
And to dive in your open sea
And to immerse myself in your vast, open sea.
At the time of escapades out in the desert
During adventurous exploits in the desert.
You cradled our velvet son
You nurtured our soft and luxurious son.
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