Nellcôte from Sheboygan by Bury Trail

Together we dreamed it,
Note for note,
By the Hinder Sea
In the spell of Nellcôte

We were fluent in words
We did not understand,
Made perfectly clear by the
Shapes of our hands

CHORUS
Oh, to be in Nellcôte,
Floating above the clouds,
Far from the madding crowds,
Dirty, dangerous, and loud

Grifting gendarmes at the gate
And knife-wielding dealers,
Raucous feasts,
And rare-guitar stealers

Needy friends and lovers,
Clowns brimming with rue,
In a swirling 12-ring circus
Around me and around you

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Aren’t we all just looking for
An idyll by the sea,
Gauzy days,
Chipping with the goddess
Ah, sweet, twisted reverie

How did it happen
Against all odds,
There’s a record of it somewhere —
Gift of the gods?

It’s a secret to us,
Guess we'll take it to our graves,
In the Kingdom of Nellcôte
Beneath wine-dark waves.

CHORUS

• Alternative
• Rock
• acoustic rock
• alternative rock
• ballad
• rock
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