Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Thru Your Hand

Can you walk the beach
without running it
white sand
well you are fit
fit to run
oh you see the dawn                                  Spain's gold
see Spain begun                                         in the main
in the sun                                                    at least the part
                                                                    you know
Can you feel sand                                       Spain's gold
without letting it slip                                   is abundant 
thru your hand                                             like a sandy snow                  Walk the beach
can you hold onto                                                                                       talk to each
a land of love                                               You should know                   and everyone
can you feel things                                        there are other colors            you're very popular  
without                                                          but you do not see                 on the gold
a protective glove                                                                                        you walk upon
                                                                      You should tho
                                                                       you don't                               You're a mermaid
Can you see Spain beginning                        you never will                        come ashore
stop the world in its spinning                         you won't                               you're the girl
when Summer at last is winning                                                                   that I adore
and in for a long innings now                        you know the beach                miss you
                                                                       no-one has to teach you          when you're gone
                                                                        anything else                          you're the one
Can you feel sand                                            sun you think                         I depend upon
without letting it                                             comes down                            to bring sunshine
slip thru your hand                                          from the shelf                         to the day
can you feel love
feel the breath from above                              Spain is gold                          Walk the beach
can you hold onto what is gold                       it unfolds                                and reach
without letting it slip                                        all that you see                      out to everyone
thru your hand                                                  you like brite colors              you're more
thru your fingers                                              the fuller they are                   popular
you know the birds are bringers                       the more you see                   than anyone
of the sunshine song
                                                                          you know the beach              Mermaid
                                                                          its within reach                      come ashore
Can you hold onto                                            of those blinded by the sun    will you
what is good and not wrong                                                                             keep the skies
can you to real                                                  know the beach                       sky blue
Spain belong                                                     the peach                                you're the one
can you hold onto love and                               golden colored                       I depend upon
not let it slip thru your hand.                             for all your fun.                     to bring sunshine
                                                                                                                         to the day

                                                                                                                       Take your time
                                                                                                                          but be mine
                                                                                                                          dine with me
                                                                                                                           at eight
                                                                                                                          for engagement
                                                                                                                          I will wait
                                                                                                                           sunshine to
                                                                                                                           the day
                                                                                                                           with you there's
                                                                                                                            just no hate
                                                                                                                           sunshine to
                                                                                                                           the day.
Donkey ride to windmill land
slow will become you
you've got nothing in your hand
underneath the sky's red and blue
jorney days just to get to
something brite and not bland
you wanted someone to understand
what you were going to do
                                                                           Pedro sees the gold sand
                                                                           Pedro sees the sea
You're painter of the untainted                          as a barrier to his traveling
you've eyes with which to find                          who he wants to be
that which others cannot see
what you have in mind                                       Pedro can walk many a mile
Spanish windmills of the plain                           can talk a mule to carry
inspirations revolve again                                   himself where he wants to
                                                                             don't ask him to marry
Took a donkey to seek that out                            Pedro's still got
the painting on the planet                                     a long way to go
the very scene of dream                                        he's taking it slow
and your thout began it                                         the heat makes him so

                                                                              He's got  a long way
You're painter of what you have in mind              long way to go
to the mundane blind                                             his name is Pedro
find Spanish windmills of the plain                      long way to go
where inspiration revolves again
                                                                              You mite never know
                                                                               someone like Pedro
                                                                               he's got things to do
Spanish windmills of the plain                              long way to go
there's a picture you want to attain
jorney to there in sun and rain                               Pedro Pedro
poetic painting can only explain                            keep it on slow
                                                                               you've still got
                                                                               many dreams to go
Take your donkey over there
to the windswept turning air                                  Pedro you'll make it
Spanish windmills of the plain                              in the end
see them once and never again.                              the airs of the drifters
                                                                                you will lend

                                                                               We'll hear your guitar
                                                                               in the end
                                                                               Pedro O Pedro
                                                                               my love to you send.

Time of the bull
time to stop the cull
time to see the bull
as beautiful

Matador
in showy dress
you no longer
impress

Success is over
against the bull
time of the fite
now full

Release your spear
into the ground
now some peace
Spain has found

Happy noises
so resound
from the bull's
snorting sound

Time of the bull is now
null and void the
bull fite show
show some joy
its at an end
peacefulness was
round the bend

Time of the bull and how
the beast shall live long more
than it ever used to
since it came thru fite ring's door

Happy noises
do resound
now peacefulness
Spain has found

The fite is over
uncivil war
the time of the bull
is what the peacefulness is for.

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