The Lamia
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B/Eb C#6 The scent grows richer, B6 A#m7 he knows he must be here, E/G# Ebm/F# He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. B/Eb C#6 Each step he takes, the perfumes change B6 A#m7 From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. E/G# Ebm/F# A magnificent chamber meets his Fm7 EM7 eye. E E B/Eb B/Eb EM7 B/Eb C#6 Inside, a long rose-water pool B6 A#m7 is shrouded by fine mist. E/G# Ebm/F# Stepping in the moist silence, with a Fm7(b5) warm breeze he's gently kissed. B/Eb C#6 Thinking he is quite alone, B6 A#m7 He enters the room , as if it were his own E/G# Ebm/F# But ripples on the sweet pink water Fm7(b5) Reveal some company unthought of - Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Eb Eb/D Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Three ver-milion snakes of female face Eb F The smallest motion, filled with grace. Gm Dm FM7 CM7 D Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, Gm Dm FM7 CM7 FM7 D But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: Gm Dm Am/E Em Bm F#m C#m G#m 'Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. A E A E F#m C#m We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.' ( F#m Bb Ebm/Bb Bb7 Bb ) Piano Solo: ( ) B/Eb C#6 Putting fear beside him , B6 A#m7 he trusts in beauty blind E/G# Ebm/F# He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. B/Eb C#6 'With their tongues, they test, taste and judge B6 A#m7 all that is mine. E/G# Ebm/F# They move in a series of caresses Fm7 EM7 That glide up and down my spine. ( E E B/Eb B/Eb EM7 ) B/Eb C#6 As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, B6 A#m7 I feel no pain, E/G# Ebm/F# Only a magic that a Fm7(b5) name would stain. B/Eb C#6 With the first drop of my blood in their veins B6 A#m7 Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. E/G# Ebm/F# The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you, Fm7(b5) Rael'.' Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 Each empty snakelike body floats, Eb Eb/D Silent sorrow in empty boats. Cm Ab/C Cm7 Ab/C Bb6 A sickly sourness fills the room , Eb F The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Gm Dm FM7 CM7 D Looking for motion I know I will not find, Gm Dm FM7 CM7 FM7 D I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined. Gm Dm Am/E Em Bm F#m C#m G#m 'Oh Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food.' A E A E F#m C#m It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers. ( F#m Bb Ebm/Bb Bb7 Bb ) Piano Solo: ( ) B/Eb C#6 Looking behind me, B6 A#m7 the water turns icy blue, E/G# Ebm/F# Fm7(b5) The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you. ( B/Eb C#6 B6 A#m7 E/G# Ebm/F# Fm7(b5) )