The Marrakesh Express

Finally! Marrakesh, and the dreams were as good as the reality....spices and souqs, story tellers and smiles from the warm Arabs, great to be back with them. It felt just like home, when I was welcomed time and time again. Oh there was the odd shark but they fade as I remember the goodness of people. Plop into the labyrinth of artisans, dyers, leather and metal workers, faded palaces and mosques. Djamaa el Fna the UNESCO acclaimed street theatre. Just normal life for these folks I marveled, goggle eyed over the storytellers embellishing histories of local heroes and tragic love affairs. The poor old snakes who were prodded to rise up and thrown round snap happy tourists, clearly suffering the heat, horrible. The poverty and rubbish despite the sheer numbers of tourists pouring money into the economy, well whats new, eh.

The Marrakesh Express

Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American ladies five-foot tall in blue

Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
Bring us back to where they've led
Listen not to what's been said to you

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard the train, all aboard the train

I've been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair

Take the train from Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my mouth
Colored cottons hang in the air
Charming cobras in the square
Striped djellebas we can wear at home Well, let me hear you now....