[Tony Visconti]
Take 7

[Our Wonderful Brownskin Man Take 7]

Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs
Wonderful brown man, nose like a seahawk

Musing the sea in harmony
With the sky and the wine sun that owns you

Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet

A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey
Anil washed me with oils from Narnia

Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud
Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero

His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent
And his еbony surf eyes leakеd water