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The Virgin Queen

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Men who shoot their horses

are the same men who would

like to kiss your hand!

In you're bedroom, in the ballrooms,

And their bedrooms, and the bathroom.

Men who shoot their horses

are the same men who would

go and shoot a friend.

Please save my chemo husband

from chemo.

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

Headless mother, heartless father

Ghosts of yes man past and future

In the bedroom

You must suture up that hole

Where the babies come from

England—oh—England

Never forsake me

Won’t you take me to have and to hold

I may be a cruel, crude woman

But in the distance I hear Shakespeare mumbling

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of

Troubled, troubled, troubles

England, England

Never forsake me

Won't you take me to have and to hold

I can hear the voices rising

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

In the end, we try to rule

As best as we can

But the crown gets cold

And mind gets old

And all the gold

Could invite my soul

To a place to come home to

In the end, is just a bed

And the things we made

Have begun to fade

On the distant shores, new voices are rising

Emoh emoc he leh contende

emoh hey umo emoh emoh ey uh

emoh hey bay hey ahleh he leh he leh he

umo una hey una una hey hey uh

uma hey bay hey no ahleh hey

uma una hey una uma hey hey

uma hey bay heyleh heyleh eh hey uma una hey eh uma una hey eh.

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

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Men who shoot their horses

are the same men who would

like to kiss your hand!

In you're bedroom, in the ballrooms,

And their bedrooms, and the bathroom.

Men who shoot their horses

are the same men who would

go and shoot a friend.

Please save my chemo husband

from chemo.

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

Headless mother, heartless father

Ghosts of yes man past and future

In the bedroom

You must suture up that hole

Where the babies come from

England—oh—England

Never forsake me

Won’t you take me to have and to hold

I may be a cruel, crude woman

But in the distance I hear Shakespeare mumbling

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of

Troubled, troubled, troubles

England, England

Never forsake me

Won't you take me to have and to hold

I can hear the voices rising

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

In the end, we try to rule

As best as we can

But the crown gets cold

And mind gets old

And all the gold

Could invite my soul

To a place to come home to

In the end, is just a bed

And the things we made

Have begun to fade

On the distant shores, new voices are rising

Emoh emoc he leh contende

emoh hey umo emoh emoh ey uh

emoh hey bay hey ahleh he leh he leh he

umo una hey una una hey hey uh

uma hey bay hey no ahleh hey

uma una hey una uma hey hey

uma hey bay heyleh heyleh eh hey uma una hey eh uma una hey eh.

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen,

The Virgin Queen.

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This is such a great song! I just wish I could do the piano bit Big Grin, it's so wild and crazy and those noises are crazy!!! Smiler It's such a great song that I think I've run out of things to say!

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quote:
Originally posted by mrimarokr:

Well, I think every song eventually will be revived... Regina says herself her songs are like her children, I guess her children each have their turn to shine Smiler

I wish I could remember what interview it was, but the interviewer made a comment about all her unreleased material, and she said that she's setting up a little recording studio in her home so that she can revive some of her past songs so they don't get lost. That's me paraphrasing, but she said something just like that. It felt so good to hear her say that. It made me relax. Thank god for technology and sites like youtube, cuz I think she may need that to remember some of them.

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I absolutely love how the person who wrote the lyrics perfectly transcribed the moaning (for lack of a better word) at the end of the song.Smiler

I found this site, and there are some pretty competent interpretations from people who seem to know all the history. They convinced me anyway!

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