Mountain Lyrics - Flowers of Evil

Mountain - Flowers Of Evil

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Flowers Of Evil
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King's Chorale/One Last Cold Kiss
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Crossroader
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Pride and Passion
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Leslie West - Guitar and Vocals
Felix Pappalardi - Bass and Vocals
Corky Laing - Drums
Steve Knight - Keyboards

Side One
Flowers of Evil (West, Rea, Pappalardi) *YouTube
King's Chorale (Pappalardi)
One Last Cold Kiss (Pappalardi, Collins) *YouTube
Crossroader (Pappalardi, colins) *YouTube
Pride and Passion (Pappalardi, Collins) *YouTube

Side Two
Dream sequence
Guitar Solo (West)
Roll Over Beethovev (Berry)
Dreams of Milk and Honey (West, Pappalardi, Ventura, Landsberg)
Variations (West, Pappalardi, Laing, Knight)
Swan Theme (Pappalardi, Collins)
Mississippi Queen (West, Pappalardi, Laing, Rea)
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Flowers Of Evil

Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood That's not my boy
I see he's finished, he's run his race
We're not his family that's not his face

We taught him well And from his youth
He knew he always Must know the truth
He left his country to go to war
When he returned, he'd found we closed the door

But we never dreamed when he was leaving
That he would taste the flowers of evil

I know his habit was not so bad
When for fifty dollars it could be had
But now he' home to his promised land
And what he needs got to cost a Grand

When he'd been home for six month's time
My son he told me, he'd made up his mind
He's re-enlisted for three years more
It's too expensive to stop this war

But we never dreamed when he was leaving
That he would taste the flowers of evil

Oh can you tell me Oh how the joy
Passed from his childhood That's not my boy
He's re-enlisted for three years more
Is the price of peace worth the price of war?
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King's Chorale

(Instrumental)

One Last Cold Kiss

The two island swans, mated for their lives
and his faithful heart would not consider any other wife.
For three years' peaceful joy 'midst the rushes of the pond.
Proud and gentle was the loving of the last two island swans.

And their love was like a circle, no beginning and no end
with his lady by his side, a treasure and a best friend.
And the pond was all so peaceful in the rising of the sun
young and free as the island breeze, their lives had just begun.

On a dread day in November when the seering cold did start
stalked the hunter with his bow and put an arrow in her heart.
Husband, come to my side - let your feathers warm my pain
for I fear I shall not share another day with you again.

And the cold winds blow.
He was brave but he's laid low
by her body in the island mist.
I saw him give her one last cold kiss ... one last cold kiss.

Now of swans the people talk of only one in this day's tide.
Though they brought him twenty ladies, he would take no other bride.
And they say he will not come from the spot where she did fall.
Once so proud, he's beaten now, and he will not speak at all.
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Crossroader

I'm a crossroader.
Speedin' from town to town.
I'm a crossroader.
Speedin' from town to town.
I never ride the main highway.
So nobody can slow me down.

I'm always trav'lin'.
Just a taste outside the law.
I'm always trav'lin'.
Just a taste outside the law.
If you come lookin' for some trouble
I'm the man that you'relookin' for.

When things ain't movin' fast enough
I gotta' pick up and move
When things ain't movin' fast enough
I gotta' pick up and move
They say it ain't no way for a man to be livin'.
It's the crossroader's blues.
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Pride And Passion

One man's life passed all in needing.
Words out loud that want repeating.
Fathers passed to sons their craving.
Woman's loved.
Their children saving Kings who walk in banners waving still.

I have no heart for listening, to the men who talk of peace.
They're putting all their nonsense in my way.
Won't you please my love, please rest your tired little hands.
We've been talking half the night, and there's so much more to say.

Mothers asking for just one more time, before their babies come
and whistling in the smells of dusty tea.
Someplace there's bed of timeless loving turned to stone.
But the sun is shining yellow, and it's turned to shine on me

Sons are breathing discontent in the circling vapour light.
And frozen little soldiers guard their homeland through the night.
So a million nameless candles flicker out this one last time.
And the heartbeat in that aching crowd.
No-it will not beat with mine.

The answers were all given, to the faces now in tears.
And heaven led us all into the war.
The children who once laughed have disappeared behind the sun.
It's the season for re-living, but they're living here no more.

Sons are breathing discontent in the circling vapour light.
And frozen little soldiers guard their homeland through the night.
So a million nameless candles flicker out this one last time.
And the heartbeat in that aching crowd.
No-it will not beat with mine.

Hearts all filled of pride and passion.
Sacrificed in blood of nations.
Stand we here in humbled pleading.
Save the souls who in retreating pray for peace
and ease their needing now.
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Mississippi Queen

Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, Around Louisiana way
Lived a Cajun lady, Aboard the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer
She moved better on wine

While the rest of them dudes were'a gettin' their kicks,
Boy I beg your pardon, I was getting mine

Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
This lady she asked me, If I would be her man
You know that I told her, I'd do what I can
To keep her looking pretty
Buy her dresses that shine

While the rest of them dudes were making their bread
Boy I beg your pardon, I was losing mine

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