Pink Stainless Tail

Lyrics

I will not talk of dead men's rooms and tombs Oh, they always bother me But then ride over every Roy and Dale Yes, I know you tell a pink stainless tale

The first stroke of twelve sounds like exactly what Two rodents sneaking through a — a trapdoor shut And though nothing will ever be quite like the Holy Grail I know that you will always tell a pink stainless tale

Red days follow red and green, green Sometimes it makes me think of you as Mother Queen And I sit and I wait for all my mail Hearing you repeat the pink stainless tale

Seven guests are quiet now, and none are half so much The only thing that I can think is how it feels to touch Your creamy self as you continue without fail, in that veil You speak soft of a black pink stainless tail

Chronology

• Demos for the Parable of Arable Land
  • Mayo Thompson - vocals, guitar
  • Steve Cunningham - bass
• The Parable of Arable Land - Mono / Stereo
  • Mayo Thompson - vocals, guitar
  • Steve Cunningham - bass
  • Frederick Barthelme - drums
  • Recorded April 10, 1967

Live recordings

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