1. Old Bombay

From the recording Usha


In the streets of old Bombay
I heard you say
You'd chase my blues away
And waltz through lonesome Saturdays

With your neon matchbox lies

In the bright of your ocean dress
A lantern lights an amethyst
Its a joyful, joyful life
Say the young girls eyes

Celluloid Colaba dreams
In black and white
Washed away the cool westerly night breeze

Cloaked in thick cigar smoke
Portside smuggler handshakes
And a dead starlets eye mascara

With your neon matchbox lies