John Illsley Wild One Lyrics

With ivory brooch and Harpo curls
His  beautiful muse a living pearl
Searching  for a sense of Alchemy
A difficult pleasure he used to say

He was a wild one
Not  a shy one
But  a fine one

Unpredictable and unique
Straight  to the core soaking up the street
What does it look like what does it mean
True or false or something in between

He was a wild one
Not  a shy one
But a fine one

Fire in the belly angels in his soul Drew a line of liquid gold
Art and music the rhythm of the heart
Pleasure and pain never far apart

From Rimbaud to Baudelaire
From Circular Quay to Chelsea square
To New York City and the Chelsea hotel
A fine line between heaven and hell
He was a wild one
Not a shy one
But a fine one

Fire in the belly angels in the soul
Drew a line of liquid gold
Art and Music Rhythm of the heart
Pleasure and pain never far apart

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