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INVITATION TO THE TRIP song lyrics
by Joel Sattler

[based on a translation of "L'invitation au voyage"
from FLEURS DU MAL by Charles Baudelaire]

my child, my own sister
think of all the rapture
to go and live together there
to love at our leisure

of loving unto death
in a land of who knows where
in a country a country
that looks just like you

under a sun so wet
I know that we will get there yet
under a sky delirious
under your eyes mysterious

so magical,
treacherous
brilliant shining
through the tears

where all is order beauteous
in luxury voluptuous
the furniture so luminous
polished by the years

our bedroom ornamented
with the rarest flowers
mingling their odors
with the scent of amber

mirrors on the ceiling
the oriental splendor
everything is speaking
in a secret language

where all is order beauteous
in luxury voluptuous

and see on the canals
the ships with stok-ed fires
who've traveled many miles
to satisfy your heart's desires

the setting suns will clothe the fields
the city coated purple gold
the world is covered in their color
never again to be so cold

where all is order beauteous
in luxury voluptuous

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