Don Henley - The Garden Of Allah Lyrics
It was pretty big year for fashionA lousy year for rock and rollThe people gave their blessing to crimes of passionIt was a dark, dark night of the collective soulAnd I was somewhere out on riverside by the el royale hotelWhen a stranger appeared in a cloud of smokeI thought I knew him all too wellHe said now that I have your attentionI got something I wanna sayYou may not wanna hear it, Im gonna tell it to you anywayYou know Ive always like you boyCause you were not afraid of meThings are gonna get mighty rough here in gomorrah-by-the-seaYa said its just like homeIts so damn hot I cant stand itMy fine seersucker suit is all soaking wetAnd the hills are burningAnd the wind is ragingAnd the clock strikes midnight in the garden of allahIn the garden of allahNice carAh, I love those bavariansSo meticulousYknow I remember when things were a lot more fun around hereWhen good was good and evil was evilBefore things got so fuzzyI was once a golden boy like youAnd I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly courtsAnd I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor,For my talents, my creativityAnd we sat beneath the palmsIn the warm afternoons and drank the wineWith fitzgerald and huxleyAnd they pawned the biting phrase from the tongues hot with bloodAnd drained their pins of bitter inkVainly reaching for the bottle full of empty edensBranded especially for the ones who had come with great expectationsTo the perfumed halls of allah, for their time in the sunAnd we were stokin the fires and oilin up the machineryUntil the gods found out we had ideas of our ownAnd war was coming and the earth was shakingAnd there was no more ruin in the garden of allahToday I made an appearance downtownI am an expert witness because I say I amAnd I said gentlemen, and I use that world looselyI will testify for you, Im a gun for hire,Im a saint, Im a liarBecause there are no facts, there is no truthJust data to be manipulatedI can get you any result you likeWhats it worth to you?Because there is no wrong, there is no rightAnd I sleep very well at nightNo shame, no solution, no remorse, no retributionJust people selling t-shirtsJust opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circusAnd winning, winning, winningIt was pretty big year for predatorsThe marketplace was on a rollAnd the land of opportunitySpawned a whole new breed of men without soulsThis year notoriety got all confused with fameAnd the devil is downhearted babe, causeTheres nothing left for him to claimHe said its just like homeIts so low-down I cant stand itI guess my work around here has all been doneAnd the fruit is rotten, the serpents eyes shineAs he wraps around the vine,In the garden of allahIn the garden of allahIn the garden of allah
