- Eric Burdon & War - Spill The Wine
I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain king
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world
In front of every kind of girl
There was long ones, tall ones, short ones, brown ones,
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones.
...
I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
(with a different whip?)
Conversations.
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Thank all of you for contributing to the blog by way of comments. Since the
last posting John and I have had several discussions related to what we
call Ru...
6 years ago
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