Sweet Taste of India- Stephen Tyler gets Laid

This is one of those songs that’s been playing over and over in my head-just somehow crept inside… I looked up the lyrics and found the soul power hard rock orientalism rather cute- seems like when Stephen Tyler came to India he ate some vidaloo and then some New Age Desi chick shagged his bones off…naturally he turns this conquest into some kind of homage to the mystic East where he gets to “dance with his shadow” while he reminisces about his “sweet tantrik princess” and inserts a few lewd lyrics about what she smells and tastes like…hmm…anyway, in the video he sort of tries out what I think is meant to be sufi spinning and then he starts doing some kind of “I cast a spell on you” exotic “Indian” hand gestures……call me crazy but I find this kind of spiritual tourism kind of adorable…so what if he doesn’t get blasted with the ulginess of class dynamics, soul-crushing prudery and the threat of racial genocide always lurking around the corner…..he ate some vindaloo and he got laid. Wrote a nice song about it. Good for him.

Taste of India Lyrics:

God I love the sweet taste of India – Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India – Blame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of India – Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what’s gotten into ya – Any cat man do when it’s done

Oh yeah she’s got that kind of love incense That lives in her back room
And when it mixes with the funk my friend It turns into perfume

When you are born you’re afraid of the darkness And then you’re afraid of the light
But I’m not afraid when I dance with my shadow – This time I’m gonna get it right
To think of what I’ll get tonight Just lookin’ for a little taste, taste of India
She’ll steal the smile right off your face

Her yin and yang Is just the thing
She’s unpredictable my friend

God I love the sweet taste of India- Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what’s gotten into ya -Any cat man do when it’s done
It’s like your first taste love of vindaloo That sets your heart on fire
And if you let her stuff get into you It will be all that you desire

When you make love to the sweet tantric priestess You drink in the bliss of delight
But I’m not afraid when I dance with her shadow
This time I’m gonna get it right – She’s gonna whet my appetite
Just lookin’ for a little taste, taste of India
She’ll steal the smile right off your face

She a friend of mine
She a concubine
The sweetest wine
I gotta make her mine

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2 Comments

  1. Yo sis, the video is no longer avi-li-bal. Nice commentary!

  2. oye! its working. Try it again.


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