San Simeon
Bryan Ferry
Walk up the driveway, endlessly curving
Go through the front door, it’s so inviting
Baronial great hall, once so exciting
Haunted by shadows, faces in hiding
Chair by the fire, I feel a tremor
Silent reminder, you used to be there
You are the princess, my wand doth wake you
Fantasy playmate, candlelight lover
San Simeon…Teasing in French lace, exotic promise
So undemanding, yet understanding
Each wall a picture, some of his best work
Delicate touches, they’re simply charming
Coffee table culture, full colour pages
Props archetypal, floral arrangement
Stereogram cabinet, walnut veneer
True reproduction, no one can hear
San Simeon…
Tiger skin rug love, I stroke you bite me
Executive leather, upholstered tightly
Bar in the next room, cocktails at seven
Soft light sweet music, lounge through eleven
Let’s walk in the garden, French windows open
Patio paving, concrete and crazy
Roses in blossom, they’re doing well this year
Geranium pattern, shrub topiary
Lie on your lush lawns, waterfall bubbles
Drink at my fountain, forget all your troubles
Forget all your troubles, forget all your troubles
San Simeon…
