[Lyric] King of Orange (Bob Mazzei)

Vincent traveled

Neglected he departed

His spirit mocked by eternal brigands

Of rose and peach skin

Cloaked by Latin flavors

Drawing virtues with austral passions

The kings of orange exceeded Euclid

Challenging progenies of Saxons and Celts

Fields of flowers, grazed by the wind

Julie’s stags cheerfully smoked

Free from tricks, shams and cheats
Turning around… Dancing… Playing with the sky