Tales of Brave Ulysses - Cream

This song was a breakthrough for music, as being one of the first songs to be recorded with the use of a wah wah pedal, and I'm certain helped bring them to fame because it is awesome. Musically written by Clapton, the actual lyrics were written by Martin Sharp who gave them to Clapton by chance. With lines like " And the tiny purple fishes, Go laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you, To the hard land of the winter", you gotta wonder just what he was on ( although it IS somewhat based of Homer's odyssey and images he had seen while on a trip to Ibiza). Driven by an opening bass rift, this song draws you in right at the start and rocks it's way through with the use of the wah wah. Also, this album has the most awesome cover I can think of, link below.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8hLc_nqx8g&feature=related

Tales of Brave Ulysses

ou thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.

And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.

And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

Her name is aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.

The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.