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    "The Garden Of Allah" Lyrics

    Don Henley

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    It was a pretty big year for fashion
    A lousy year for rock and roll
    The people gave their blessing to crimes of passion
    It was a dark, dark night for the collective soul
    I was somewhere out on Riverside
    By the El Royale Hotel
    When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
    I thought I knew him all too well

    He said, "Now that I have your attention
    I got somethin' I wanna say
    You may not wanna hear it
    I'm gonna tell it to ya anyway
    You know, I've always liked you, boy
    'Cause you were not afraid of me
    But things are gonna get mighty rough
    Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea"

    He said, "It's just like home
    It's so damned hot, I can't stand it
    My fine seersucker suit is all soakin' wet"

    And the hills are burning
    The wind is raging
    And the clock strikes midnight
    In the Garden of Allah

    "Nice car.........
    I love those Bavarians.....so meticulous
    Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here
    When good was good, and evil was evil
    Before things got so.......fuzzy
    Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you
    I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court
    And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
    For my talents; my creativity
    We sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoon
    And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

    They pawned a biting phrase
    From tongues hot with blood
    And drained their pens of bitter ink
    Vainly reaching for the bottle of empty Edens
    Branded specially for the ones
    Who had come with great expectations
    To the perfumed halls of Allah
    For their time in the sun

    We were stokin' the fires
    And oilin' up the machinery
    Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own"

    And the war was coming
    The earth was shakiung
    And there was no more room
    In the Garden of Allah

    "Today I made and appearance downtown
    I am an expert witness, because I say I am
    And I said, 'Gentleman...
    And I use that word loosely...I will testify for you
    I'm a gun for hire, I'm a saint, I'm a liar
    Because there are no facts, no truth, just data to be manipulated
    I can get you any result you like....what's it worth to ya?
    Because there is no wrong, there is no right
    And I sleep very well at night
    No shame, no solution
    No remorse, no retribution
    Just people selling t-shirts
    just opportunity t participate in this pathetic little circus
    And winning, winning, winning' "

    It was a pretty big year for predators
    The marketplace was on a roll
    And the land of opportunity
    Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
    This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
    And the devil is downhearted
    Because there's nothing left for him to claim

    He said, "It's just like home
    It's so low-down, I can't stand it
    I guess my work around here has all been done

    And the fruit is rotten
    The serpent's eyes shine
    As he wraps around the vine
    In the Garden of Allah
    This song was last modified on September 27th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Don Henley, John R. corey, Paul gurian, Stanley lynch.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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