My daring, dashing Moor, how I adored you!
And you loved me too!
My darling, starling Moor, I wish you just knew
My passion was true!
CHORUS:
Once your wife and your life,
Why did you suspect me?
My dear, wish you were here
Where there's no jealousy;
My dearest, fearless Man, I gave you my heart,
I had you enshrined!
Smiling, beguiling Man, we had a dream start,
Who poisoned your mind?
CHORUS:
Once your wife and your life,
Why did you suspect me?
My dear, wish you were here
Where there's no jealousy;
BRIDGE:
I was dead the moment you didn't trust me,
You snuffed out my life with your jealousy,
With evil doubts in your mind, you crushed me,
So many killings and deaths senselessly !!
CHORUS:
Once your wife and your life,
Why did you suspect me?
My dear, wish you were here
Where there's no jealousy... No jealousy!!
Almond-shaped, blue-green eyes,
Had more than their fair share of cries
What is she doing by herself?
Freckled cheeks, dimples too,
A smile no one seems to see through
Why isn’t she asking for help?
Desdemona
What are you still doing here?
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear
Loves too much, loves too sure,
Loves more than can be safe for her
What is she doing by herself?
Reckless love, blind to abuse
A plot device those men can use
Why isn’t she asking for help?
Desdemona
You can’t live your life afraid of fear
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear
Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to dance.
Your heart imagines wild romance.
Though you cupped fire in your hands
and molded incandescent forms,
you are barren now, and—spent of flame—
the ashes that remain are borne
toward the sun upon a storm.
You, who demanded more, have less,
your heart within its cells of sighs
held fast by chains of misery,
confined till death for peddling lies—
imprisonment your sense denies.
You, who collected hearts like leaves
and pressed each once within your book,
forgot. None—winsome, bright or rare—
not one was worth a second look.
My heart, as others, you forsook.
But I, though I loved you from afar
through silent dawns, and gathered rue
from gardens where your footsteps left
cold paths among the asters, knew—
each moonless night the nettles grew
and strangled hope, where love dies too.
Sittin' at a red light
Playin' with the head light
Nothin' heavy on my mind
Stuck in Arizona
Thinkin' Desdemona
Wonderin' what I'm gonna find
Could it be a real blonde
Maybe feelin' real fond
Of a country boy like me
Never find romances
Without takin' chances
Guess I'll have to wait and see
Wander random, wander tandem
Makes no difference that I can tell
Been to mountains, seen the fountains
Maybe the desert will treat me well
Mona's what I called her
'Til her love did falter
Called her things you shouldn't hear
Decided to wander
Gave no thought to ponder
Been ramblin' now 'bout a year
Wander random, wander tandem
Makes no difference that I can tell
Been to mountains, seen the fountains
Maybe the desert will treat me well
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Desdemona
Desmond desires to dive into devout Desiree’s dreams
She dispenses delicious divinity yet destiny dangles defeat
Deep in deluge he discovers dazzling demons and devils
When diabolical deceit dawns in desolate desperation
Des descries in despair and decides to die from devotion
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