Sixty-nine babies in the hotel lobby,
candle in the windows to open the doors.
Dejua-Voo to perception;
Her long silk gown, grace along the floor.
We're sixty-nine babies from the hotel lobby,
sixty-nine babies of sixty-nine.
~Solo~
Another cup of her potion,
fell from grace, her loving sin.
The waves were heavy from the ocean,
Oh' sweet summer's wind.
Conceived on the eve of sixty-nine,
she's crazy baby and making wine.
So I looked into her passion,
"Oh' baby I can feel it too".
She said baby can you imagine,
this hotel crazy baby be in love with you.
~Solo~
So I glanced out T'ward the courtyard,
there I saw a shattering soul.
The soul was cold and lonely,
and stood there all alone.
Conceived on the eve of sixty-nine,
hotel crazy baby and bottle of wine.
"Do you see what I see there?"
As I turned to hold her hand.
The spirit was standing nowhere,
and I stood there holding sand.
Sixty-nine babies in the hotel lobby,
candles in the windows, so open the doors.
Her Dejua-Voo was deception,
standing there alone, yearning for more.
We're sixty-nine babies from the hotel lobby,
sixty-nine babies of sixty-nine...
Another shot of her potion,
I was the soul in the distance.
Only there for the moment,
only there for an instant.
Conceived from the eve of sixty-nine,
my crazy baby lover, fed me her wine.
I wasn't one of the babies,
an only child of the water.
If I were one of the babies,
her daddy would be my father.
Sixty-nine babies and a hotel lobby,
sixty-nine babies of sixty-nine.
~Dwayne Boone
Al Fontana Fred Whitlock Dwayne Boone Howard Lawson
"Sandcastle"
Floodgate
12/01/2024
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