| Song | The Last Conquistador |
| Artist | Gruff Rhys |
| Album | American Interior |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I am the last conquistador, | |
| I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
| I am the first to document. | |
| my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
| I kept hold for your letters, | |
| but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
| Still I´m the last conquistador, | |
| I keep on going, | |
| though the going ain´t easy. | |
| And now my mind´s in farrago, | |
| all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
| I´m still searching for Beulah, | |
| and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| I´m so delirious I´m oblivious to previous, | |
| hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life´s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life´s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blue |
| I am the last conquistador, | |
| I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
| I am the first to document. | |
| my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
| I kept hold for your letters, | |
| but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
| Still I m the last conquistador, | |
| I keep on going, | |
| though the going ain t easy. | |
| And now my mind s in farrago, | |
| all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
| I m still searching for Beulah, | |
| and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| I m so delirious I m oblivious to previous, | |
| hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blue |
| I am the last conquistador, | |
| I am well meaning and intentions are earnest, | |
| I am the first to document. | |
| my route is new an my spirit enlightened, | |
| I kept hold for your letters, | |
| but maybe it would be better if they burn. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me | |
| Still I m the last conquistador, | |
| I keep on going, | |
| though the going ain t easy. | |
| And now my mind s in farrago, | |
| all jumbled up, in the promise of empire. | |
| I m still searching for Beulah, | |
| and one day I will hold her in my arms. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| I m so delirious I m oblivious to previous, | |
| hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us. | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| burst at the seams, | |
| my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me, | |
| Blueberries and dreams, | |
| hollowed and squeezed, | |
| A combination of disease and confusion. | |
| My whole life s work, was just an illusion. | |
| Blue |