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F I L M N O I R D R E A M S
A perfect evening for, Film Noir Dreaming
We’ve chased the waves, and we’ve chased the tide
TheStove is lit, and we’re warm inside
The Logs are spitting, the light is flickering
We sit with Wine, watching a Film Noir Dream
The Dog is curled up, and the lights are low
I’m still on the shore in my own mind
The Soundtrack starts, the opening lines
I’m taken back to my earlier times
Of Childhood memories, of Movies and Dreams
Pictures embedded of Film Noir scenes
A perfect evening for Film Noir Dreams
A perfect evening for Film Noir Dreams
We thread the Holestones, and place the shells
We run in circles, we please our selves
We watch the sparks fly, wrapped up warm
We hold each other close, in this eve of calm
A perfect evening for Film Noir Dreaming
A perfect evening for Film Noir Dreams
Dream of a Future
So why are we fighting ? ...if nobody wins ?
When will we know Peace, when will the Fighting cease ?
Let us all Dream of a Future, where there’s no War
When will the Fighting cease
Will we ever know Peace ?
Just like Robinson Crusoe
The Telephone can ring all Day
I don’t care because i’m Miles away
Lying on a Sunny beach, Daydreaming
They can ring and they can call
And i don’t really care at all
Cos i’m watching my only Blue cloud, sail away
The Summer breeze blows across a shining Sea
And the friends i’m with seem happy to be here
All our worries are Miles away to worry about another day
For the moment we’re free to Daydream
The Seagulls cry, we run into the surf
And splash around for all our worth
Like children in the hot Summer Sun
We forgot the clothes, we forgot the lotion
We’re running on air, we’re full of emotion
And this day seems to last forever
I don’t care, I think I’ll grow my hair
Grow my beard long like Robinson Crusoe
I might sail away, for another day
Dad a dooda doo
La dah dad a dah
La dah dad a da doo
Dad a dad a da
Golden Staircase of Angels
I hear them calling, they’re begging me to rise
But my fear of falling, they can see it in my eyes
I feel the Staircase rising, but they know that i cannot stay
I hear that the Angels are calling, but i shout `Not today’
I run as fast as I can now, sometimes stumbling
I can hear them all around in the dark clouds rumbling
I know it’s right, I know I have to leave
I know the truth is mine to know
I wake to find a World corrected
The mistake they made is finally mended
To live in grace in this time
To live in grace in love
To live in this time, is like a dream
Like a Dream, like a Dream
You’re awake now
Fire rains down on Senso Ji
The Napalm bombs are loaded
The props are spinning on the B29’s
Won’t be long, until Fire rains down
Rains down from Heaven
The Temple sits in silence
Only men are missing... they’re at war
Just old people, mothers and children
Are left to take the toll
Love in the hot Summer storm
Their love is like a Summer storm
You feel the heat rise, until something has to crash
Their love is like a Summer storm
Hear the wind that blows the trees, before it gets here
You can feel the temperature rising
You can feel the thunder in their HEARTS, RISING
Soon they know they’ll be fighting
I hear the storm getting closer, there will soon be lightning
She tells him the thrill of the storm
It’s so frightening, exciting
She holds him close, the bed looks so inviting
A gentle breeze blows through the open window
It doesn’t cool the heat as it blows over their skin
I can hear the Rain, it’s falling so much faster now
The heat rises the sweat on their bodies
Caught in the flashes of lightning
Their love is like, like a Summer storm
On a hot sticky August night
When darkness falls, and you hear the rumbles
As their tempers clash sparks across the Sky
Their bodies rise beneath the heat
Warm Summer breeze blows the curtains
Soon the storm will be over, it moves into the distance
It’s fading fast, far far away
At peace at last, but we know it will not last
Soon another storm will come to test Them
HEAVEN FORBID
Heaven forbid that she should ever admit to being wrong
No matter what i say, it’s never the right day
And i’m wrong, so wrong
She can say the World isn’t turning, and I can’t seem to prove it so
She’s right all along
The Sun in the sky wouldn’t be surprised
That i’m never right, and i’m wrong, and that i’m wrong
But that aside, i love all the little things that she does
And she does them so wrong, oh she’s wrong
Never has there been (anything), in all of our time
That can always be right (always)
When all else is so very wrong (so very right)
But I love all the words that she sings out of tune
But it’s not her, it’s everyone else in the World
So wrong
Living in a Vibratory World
We’re all vibrations in a vibratory World
We spin we circle, upon this tiny fragile World
Our thoughts expand, beyond our meagre consciousness
I feel so small in the scheme of things, but i must digress
She said she’d hold me, while it all turns round
She didn’t recognise, that I was made of Light and Sound
The thrill of the vast expanse beheld within my inner sight
No-one heard my exclamation of sheer delight
In a Timeship of my own design
They said I stole the idea, but I assured them that the Dream was mine
So Mr Nelson, won’t you join me in my World of new wonderings
I wonder if one day we’ll meet, but seems unlikely in the scheme of things
Pictures of the Taj Mahal
Days are long, we wrap them up in our mind, with paper and twine
Days are short, it comes with age
Days are short, shorter days
Storms come and they fade away
Sun becomes the new hope for the day
She went away, she never said why
She went away in that Rainbow sky
She showed me pictures of the Taj Mahal
Where she’d been, in her Dreams
She’s just one long Dream away, from another day
Why she had to go, it wasn’t her place, it wasn’t her time
Why did she have to go, we all miss her so
