Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love) - Mono Version
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Sitting all alone
Looking at the throne
Of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone
Looking in a stone
Of my lovely Inca love
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
The huntress stands
With peacock hands
She'd take me to where she sighs
She sighs so deep
It rocks the river
Of her stomach sky
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa, yeah
The oval moon
It tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
Sitting all alone
Sitting in the throne
Of my lovely Inca love
Tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna, uh
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll,
His eyes consuming the silent midnight woods.
He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
And let his molish imagination skip to and fro over sunken galleons
And pirate pictures of rusted doubloons and deep-water cabins stacked
To the brim with musty muskets and
Goldfish gauntlets once worn by Henry Morgan
The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three cornered hat to its own
Sleepy-eyed reflection,
Then it hopped past the crested nest of the snoring cuckoo
And flew off into the Lionel Lark morning looking for friend Mole
Mole was on a marigold comedown and sulkily
Scraped bluebeat rhythms with his ground-digging paw
"Yes," he whispered,
"Me and Li are going aquesting for the Lilly Pond of Fox Necks."
Li'll know all the mapping gen, so the mole,
Kneeling on the soft soil, said a morning prayer to Ra,
Not even caring if he dirtied his yellow Rupert Trousers because
His molish mind knew that praying was special
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy
My people were fair and had sky in their hair
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows
Looking at the throne
Of the one I used to love
Sitting all alone
Looking in a stone
Of my lovely Inca love
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
The huntress stands
With peacock hands
She'd take me to where she sighs
She sighs so deep
It rocks the river
Of her stomach sky
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa, yeah
The oval moon
It tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
Sitting all alone
Sitting in the throne
Of my lovely Inca love
Tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun
Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna, uh
Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll,
His eyes consuming the silent midnight woods.
He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
And let his molish imagination skip to and fro over sunken galleons
And pirate pictures of rusted doubloons and deep-water cabins stacked
To the brim with musty muskets and
Goldfish gauntlets once worn by Henry Morgan
The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three cornered hat to its own
Sleepy-eyed reflection,
Then it hopped past the crested nest of the snoring cuckoo
And flew off into the Lionel Lark morning looking for friend Mole
Mole was on a marigold comedown and sulkily
Scraped bluebeat rhythms with his ground-digging paw
"Yes," he whispered,
"Me and Li are going aquesting for the Lilly Pond of Fox Necks."
Li'll know all the mapping gen, so the mole,
Kneeling on the soft soil, said a morning prayer to Ra,
Not even caring if he dirtied his yellow Rupert Trousers because
His molish mind knew that praying was special
I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime
I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy
My people were fair and had sky in their hair
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.63] Sitting all alone
[00:07.84] Looking at the throne
[00:10.00] Of the one I used to love
[00:15.09] Sitting all alone
[00:17.35] Looking in a stone
[00:19.50] Of my lovely Inca love
[00:24.04] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[00:31.48] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[00:41.52] The huntress stands
[00:43.26] With peacock hands
[00:45.56] She'd take me to where she sighs
[00:50.26] She sighs so deep
[00:52.13] It rocks the river
[00:54.56] Of her stomach sky
[00:59.24] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:05.42] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:15.44] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa, yeah
[01:28.81] The oval moon
[01:30.50] It tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
[01:36.61] Sitting all alone
[01:39.22] Sitting in the throne
[01:40.84] Of my lovely Inca love
[01:45.29] Tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun
[01:49.28] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:55.68] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[02:05.35] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
[02:14.70] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
[02:23.64] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:32.14] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, krishna krishna krishna
[02:41.06] Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:49.89] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:58.28] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:06.60] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:14.99] Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:23.06] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:31.34] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:39.80] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:47.10] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna, uh
[03:57.94] Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll,
[04:01.20] His eyes consuming the silent midnight woods.
[04:04.66] He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
[04:08.70] And let his molish imagination skip to and fro over sunken galleons
[04:13.67] And pirate pictures of rusted doubloons and deep-water cabins stacked
[04:18.10] To the brim with musty muskets and
[04:20.04] Goldfish gauntlets once worn by Henry Morgan
[04:23.20] The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three cornered hat to its own
[04:27.81] Sleepy-eyed reflection,
[04:29.30] Then it hopped past the crested nest of the snoring cuckoo
[04:32.62] And flew off into the Lionel Lark morning looking for friend Mole
[04:36.62] Mole was on a marigold comedown and sulkily
[04:40.11] Scraped bluebeat rhythms with his ground-digging paw
[04:43.13] "Yes," he whispered,
[04:44.75] "Me and Li are going aquesting for the Lilly Pond of Fox Necks."
[04:48.11] Li'll know all the mapping gen, so the mole,
[04:51.73] Kneeling on the soft soil, said a morning prayer to Ra,
[04:55.43] Not even caring if he dirtied his yellow Rupert Trousers because
[04:59.76] His molish mind knew that praying was special
[05:08.52] I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime
[05:22.26] I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy
[05:33.40] My people were fair and had sky in their hair
[05:40.50] But now they're content to wear stars on their brows
[05:51.55]
[00:07.84] Looking at the throne
[00:10.00] Of the one I used to love
[00:15.09] Sitting all alone
[00:17.35] Looking in a stone
[00:19.50] Of my lovely Inca love
[00:24.04] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[00:31.48] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[00:41.52] The huntress stands
[00:43.26] With peacock hands
[00:45.56] She'd take me to where she sighs
[00:50.26] She sighs so deep
[00:52.13] It rocks the river
[00:54.56] Of her stomach sky
[00:59.24] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:05.42] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:15.44] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa, yeah
[01:28.81] The oval moon
[01:30.50] It tans the faun who holds grapes for my love
[01:36.61] Sitting all alone
[01:39.22] Sitting in the throne
[01:40.84] Of my lovely Inca love
[01:45.29] Tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun tchak-tchun
[01:49.28] Oh, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[01:55.68] Gun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, ladagun, lagu
[02:05.35] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
[02:14.70] Ata, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, Atahuallpa, uallpa, uallpa
[02:23.64] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:32.14] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, krishna krishna krishna
[02:41.06] Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:49.89] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[02:58.28] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:06.60] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:14.99] Hare, hare hela, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:23.06] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:31.34] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:39.80] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna
[03:47.10] Hare, hare krishna, hare krishna, ara krishna krishna krishna, uh
[03:57.94] Kingsley Mole sat high on a windy knoll,
[04:01.20] His eyes consuming the silent midnight woods.
[04:04.66] He nuzzled his long molish snout deep inside the heart of a marigold
[04:08.70] And let his molish imagination skip to and fro over sunken galleons
[04:13.67] And pirate pictures of rusted doubloons and deep-water cabins stacked
[04:18.10] To the brim with musty muskets and
[04:20.04] Goldfish gauntlets once worn by Henry Morgan
[04:23.20] The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three cornered hat to its own
[04:27.81] Sleepy-eyed reflection,
[04:29.30] Then it hopped past the crested nest of the snoring cuckoo
[04:32.62] And flew off into the Lionel Lark morning looking for friend Mole
[04:36.62] Mole was on a marigold comedown and sulkily
[04:40.11] Scraped bluebeat rhythms with his ground-digging paw
[04:43.13] "Yes," he whispered,
[04:44.75] "Me and Li are going aquesting for the Lilly Pond of Fox Necks."
[04:48.11] Li'll know all the mapping gen, so the mole,
[04:51.73] Kneeling on the soft soil, said a morning prayer to Ra,
[04:55.43] Not even caring if he dirtied his yellow Rupert Trousers because
[04:59.76] His molish mind knew that praying was special
[05:08.52] I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime
[05:22.26] I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy
[05:33.40] My people were fair and had sky in their hair
[05:40.50] But now they're content to wear stars on their brows
[05:51.55]