Some Velvet Morning (featuring Lee Hazlewood) Lyrics - Nancy Sinatra
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
I'm gonna open up your gate.
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
and how she gave me life
and how she made it in.
Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers growing on the hill.
Dragonflies and daffodils.
Learn from us very much. Look at us but do not touch.
Phaedra is my name.
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
I'm gonna open up your gate.
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
and how she gave me life
and how she made it in.
Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers are the things we knew.
Secrets are the things we grew.
Learn from us very much.
Look at us but do not touch.
Phaedra is my name.
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers growing on the hill.
Male:I'm gonna open up your gate.
Female:Dragonflies and daffodils.
Male:And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
Female:Learn from us very much.
Male:And how she gave me life.
Female:Look at us but do not touch.
Male:and how she made it in.

A car blares raucous music out it's open windows....BUT it's the sound of bagpipes!
Fox runs-- slowly--- across the highway, to the sewage treatment plant, in the night.

Mud starts to dry. Suntea. Black paint under fingernails.

Potato salad, green grass
potato salad, green grass
No asparagus, only pine
Little horses' feet gone to seed everywhere, when will they ever learn?
Mustard glowing and electric dandelions shrieking
fresh young sweet sap green little leaves
flittering in warm breathes breathe breathe breath-taker,
bending willowy, smiting sweetly.
Will Illinois never end?
Blowing your heart into a million dogwood petals, my love lies dying at your feet.
Here a gamma-second, there a gamma-second...slippery pennsylvania butler rocks making his pockets sag.

"I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
the road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long & strewn w/ stones,
the streams broad & banked w/ thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
pines sigh, but it isn't the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
and sit with me among the white clouds?" Han-Shan