Sunday, 8 July 2012

Gold Land

Gold land that stretches out its hand
to take you
gold land will make you                                 Land of Greece
understand                                                       the money
what it is                                                          is all running out
to be in golden land                                         the land of gold
sparkles, sunshine darkles, stars                      tarnished
gold land has dark gold moonbars                   but only in the eyes
Gold land, the old land                                     with no dreams that arise
and this of course is rich to you
the colours from the sunlight drew                  See the flying Pegasus
for you                                                              and rise above
Gold land is a hot cold land                              rise above
without an ounce of love for two                      there is something that costs nothing
Gold land only loves itself                                and that is love
itself is star, will go far
                                                                           That is love that leads you on   
                                                                           for forevermore
Take a trip to gold land                                      That is love that came to you
and you had better be fanned                              when winged dreams you saw
from the gold of gold land                                  That is love  
the sun runs saraband around                              and love forever
                                                                             will grace the goldless land
                                                                             That is love
Set up tent in gold land                                         and love will never
if in brightness you can see                                  sink into the sand
gold land is the colour
of bright gold obviously                                      See the horse in flite
                                                                              freeing Andromeda's delite
                                                                              Pegasus to rescue her
Gold is the gold land                                             with Medusa's face in frite
gold is its hand
that it stretches out towards you                           That is love
gold land gold as sand                                           that causes escape
                                                                               that is love
                                                                               that breaks thru the tape  
Gold land                                                               that binds
gold will stand                                                        that is love you find
a day less than evermore                                        to rescue one of your kind
gold land can only understand                               that is love forevermore
the vault's unopened door                                      that always does succeed
the same stone floor                                               that is love
the innermost unchanging core                              that causes someone to be freed.
gold land one you adore.

                        Take your wings to the clouds
                         and whisper in the wind
                         olive trees will hear you sing
                         birds will on their wing

                         You can fly with laurel crown
                          leave behind Greek town
                         the air above is countryless
                         in its clouds just drown

                          Take your wings to the highs                         Warm nation
                          from the lows down there                                warm fire
                          there's no amount of breathlessness                take the fire from the sky
                          that can ever scare                                           before the trees expire
                                                                                                   warm ovation
                                                                                                   is over
                           You can fly with wings upon your heel          countryside is charred
                            because you do not think                               now the nation heated
                            you only feel                                                  is bitter starred

                                                                                                   Greece on fire
                           Joy will lift you                                               and helicopters
                            dream shall gift you                                        are hosepipes that you need
                            whatever you receive                                      to protect the hundred
                                                                                                    year old trees
                                                                                                     to safeguard the seed
                           Take your wings to the clouds
                            because you believe                                         See the countryside under cloud
                                                                                                      under clear blue sky
                                                                                                      smoke cloud is a dry cloud
                            You want it                                                        water comes from tear from eye
                             you will it
                             you fill your mind with air                               Greece is on fire
                             become as one with the clouds                         blistered by sun-kiss
                             to enter to nowhere.                                          people move uneasily
                                                                                                        with things all amiss
                                                                                                       pipes protect the statues
                                                                                                       with walls of water thrown
                                                                                                        against the fire the sun lets go
                                                                                                       in the heat that's grown

                                                                Clouds above a continent
                                                                 playing chess games
                                                                 with the people below name
                                                                 heroic be their names
                                                                 Clouds above a continent conclude
                                                                 that those with dreams in minds
                                                                 have incentive to be inventive
                                                                 the golds of fleeces to find

                                                                 Clouds impart as they part      Olive tree
                                                                  litening for their part               just be
                                                                  fire to enfuse some                  symbol for
                                                                  for their finer art                      the land
                                                                  You can't refuse the skies
                                                                   that stand above you              and olive tree
                                                                   they stand for your demise    O live on
                                                                   if you don't do                        on and on
                                                                                                                   and and
                                                                   Don't look away                     Understand
                                                                    and never leave                      olive oil
                                                                   don't the gold from God          rules the
                                                                   deceive                                    kitchen land
                                                                    its given you
                                                                   to receive                                 and olive tree
                                                                   the way of clouds above          show abundant 
                                                                   you can go anywhere               grow olives
                                                                   you want to                               in your hand
                                                                   if you're in love
                                                                   with nature                                There's space
                                                                   if you believe                             for seed to fall
                                                                   in love                                       because of the call
                                                                                                                     for the stream of
                                                                                                                      olive oil
                                                                   Clouds above a continent           coming from
                                                                   love                                             the trees
                                                                   to climb above                             so small
                                                                   but sometimes they
                                                                   come down to you                      and olive tree 
                                                                   to give you                                  just be 
                                                                   a little shove.                               the land
                                                                                                                        loves you all.              

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