Soul, where is your song? You and I searched whole night long, in search of the iris that blooms in the land of the sun.
Why, why is your music sad, you know its bad, it makes us mad, open your eyes to a wonderful, wonderful world.
But oh, just hear that marching band that march us to our wonderland where we can walk hand in hand again.
And Oh, no one will understand but hear, just hear that marching band that takes us back to wonderland again.
Soul, come sit next to me, come check this out you have to see, the starts are alive and they speak in a language of light.
Soul, come lets find your song, on this road less traveled on, over green hill tops where copper bells call out our name
But oh, just hear that marching band, that march us to our wonderland where we, can walk hand in hand again.
And Oh, no one will understand but hear, just hear that marching band that takes us back to wonderland again.
Soul come and dance with me lets walk on clouds in solitary, you know we're free soul
But oh, just hear that marching band, that march us to our wonderland where we, can walk hand in hand again.
And Oh, no one will understand but hear, just hear that marching band that takes us back to wonderland again.
Marching band.
You tell me that I laugh too much.
You chose the darkest spot to wait
cause you knew I would turn up, with my Turkish coffee cup
then you pretend your'e on your phone
looking strong and self assured, but I know you're insecure.
and then you tell me that I laugh too much, you tell me I'm a superficial fool, with me that's cool, with me that's cool, cause I know that in your travels, you have dealt with many devils, that you're fighting everyday,
but for now, lets discuss the issue of your garden.
You're always angry with the world
with the west and with the east, with the capitalistic feast
you feel you're duty in being aware
of the bombs in Palestine and of the children that are dying
and then you tell me that I laugh too much, you tell me I'm a superficial fool, with me that's cool, with me that's cool, cause I know that in your travels, you have dealt with many devils, that you're fighting everyday,
but for now, lets discuss the issue of your garden.
You got quite good at being drunk
and its different than before, I can't tell the difference anymore
you mentioned driving off a cliff
but you said that you're too scared, rubbing nervous on your beard
and then you tell me that I laugh too much, you tell me I'm a superficial fool, with me that's cool, with me that's cool, cause I know that in your travels, you have dealt with many devils, that you're fighting everyday,
but for now, lets discuss the issue of your garden.
Hooker in Vegas
She's just the girl with blue stockings on, she wears sequence late at night
She's not too friendly in the early morning light, she's had a heavy, heavy night.
and just don't try to pin her down, she comes and goes in her own time
She says, "because, I was a hooker in Vegas in my previous life, have I mentioned this before?
the big black Cadillac landed on it's side, it was a rainy night and I didn't know which way to turn,
I still don't know which way to turn"
She's just the girl in platform double suede, she wears her sunglasses in the shade
She laughs out loud at the world and at herself, and clink chick chardonnay to her health
She's here to make it big this time, to flick a nickle and toss a dime
She says, "because, I was a hooker in Vegas in my previous life, have I mentioned this before?
the big black Cadillac landed on it's side, it was a rainy night and I didn't know which way to turn,
I still don't know which way to turn"
Don't be fooled by her charm.
She crosses her legs and lights a cigarette up, then she gives me a smile, her blue box cigarettes come in packets of ten
and then she'll cry, blow smoke circles in the sky, look at me and ask me,"Chris do you really really know who I am?"
I said excuse me if I take too long to answer, beauty is but a phase girl, you should learn to be a dancer
She's in love with the diamonds and the pearls, all things that shimmer at night and to be seen as the star and as the trophy of the man by her side, and don't be fooled by her charm she's got that red coat on.
She loves to discuss her year in Paris and Rome, her days on catwalks and the stars she had to dine with and the offers from men
but then she'll cry, blow smoke circles in the sky, look at me and ask me, "Chris why has true love never come round my way?"
and I said excuse me if I take too long to answer, beauty is but a phase girl, you should learn to be a dancer
She's in love with the diamonds and the pearls, all things that shimmer at night and to be seen as the star and as the trophy of the man by her side, and don't be fooled by her charm she's got that red coat on.
She is six foot tall and blond, a feast for the eye and she knows it very well and how to use it, she will always get by
but then she'll cry, blow smoke circles in the sky, look at me and ask me, "Chris, do they really, really know who I am?"
I said excuse me if I take too long to answer, beauty is but a phase girl, you should learn to be a dancer
She's in love with the diamonds and the pearls, all things that shimmer at night and to be seen as the star and as the trophy of the man by her side, and don't be fooled by her charm she's got that red coat on.
Love remains the power.
Such a lovely morning, feel the sunshine on my face, spring is here, its in the air, I love you dear
gentle sunlight sea breeze through the window of my room and I still get the thrill just being with you
I can't think of a better place to be at just right now, the fresh smell of new morning makes the music come alive and I'm in love
Filtered friendly sunlight wakes up on my ivory keys, saying please can we dance to this romance
soft and silky linen shows your perfect woman figure as you snooze, nothing to loose, lets blame the booze
love remains the power behind everything we do, a mysterious force it is what drives us to be our best and I'm in love
Love has many secrets much of those we know we can't understand, ain't it grand, just take my hand
just tell her that you love her show it in the way you touch and just you watch, just how much, she'll start to care
love remains the power behind everything we do, a mysterious force it is what drives us to be our best and I'm in love
Before life passes us by.
Salt in the sea breeze that brush through you hair in open road drive
we catch the first sun for a cold ocean dive
Hibiscus highways we fly, before life passes by
Summertime circus relaxed on our backs looking at the blue sky
here's a toast to the first of the sweet summer wine
Dizzy we dance before, oh, we've taken the chance before
and we're sharing a toast and we live and we love before
before life passes by
Watching the waves where the olive skin people appear without care
see that sensual stranger with long sun bleached hair
careless you kiss her before, you know she'll come begging for more
and we're sharing a toast and we live and we love before
before life passes by
Dream catcher.
It was a late beginning and there were people drinking, I was driving round a big pink building block
and they were laughing at me and they were drinking shandy and all I knew is that I, I had to get to the top
The story of a dream catcher, the purpose of a dream cather, envisioned by the dream catcher, to me still totally unknown
There was a big green staircase and I felt very lonely, very lonely in this big pink building block
and I saw dolphins laughing, running out the water and me and Grandma discussing Van Gogh's holy tree
The story of a dream catcher, the purpose of a dream cather, envisioned by the dream catcher, to me still totally unknown
and I got lost in deserts as the red van drove off, all my friends were laughing, they left me alone
The story of a dream catcher, the purpose of a dream cather, envisioned by the dream catcher, to me still totally unknown
The story of a dream catcher, the purpose of a dream cather, envisioned by the dream catcher, to me still totally unknown.
Camps bay.
Life out there was easy, little piece of paradise, paradise of poison, possession their disguise
Sunglasses and glamour, flashy cars and ways to walk, for young ones still to make it and old ones full of talk
but there were palm trees, oh there were palm trees
Tons of gold in twilight sky wave each memory goodbye, magic sunset moments greet another empty cry
for sugar man the merchant selling tickets for the play, the play were clowns would smother the realness of the day
but there were palm trees, oh there were palm trees, oh palm trees giving shade to the hungry needy souls and palm trees lighting up at night to feed a glamorous appetite, but palm trees, oh there were palm trees
posing models in the sunset make a final sexy bow, with sillhouettes of fortune worshiped by the ocean tide
brave soldiers on the street who had so little life to hide, selling kitsch acrylic paintings and beads to stay alive
but there were palm trees, oh there were palm trees, oh palm trees giving shade to the hungry needy souls and palm trees lighting up at night to feed a glamorous appetite, but palm trees, oh there were palm trees
Tell me.
So you had to come along in the middle of the blaze, with a fire on your head and all those questions on your face
But questions can be answers in a world that doesn't feel, cause answers have no meaning in a world that isn't real
Your eyes do all the talking, you don't need to say a word,
tell me is enough
tell me is all I ever heard
Tell me is the tune that whisper in the song
as we dance through starlit oceans
on a journey to the sun
You mentioned you're a killer, but I'm not afraid of death, as I watch you while you're sleeping and I count your every breath
Many words are said in silence, things can happen in the dark that give light to many meanings, many mysteries of the heart
Your eyes do all the talking, you don't need to say a word,
tell me is enough
tell me is all I ever heard
Tell me is the tune that whisper in the song
as we dance through starlit oceans
on a journey to the sun
Your perfume is a potion, it is subtle and subdued, it's potent, but its silent it can change the colour of the moon
So tell me what's the meaning, tell me who you really are and look into my eyes and tell me where's the brightest star
Your eyes do all the talking, you don't need to say a word,
tell me is enough
tell me is all I ever heard
Tell me is the tune that whisper in the song
as we dance through starlit oceans
on a journey to the sun
as we dance through starlit oceans on a journey to the sun
We sang songs.
Do you remember the days we lived in the lane full of aloes, geraniums that is purple in spring
The fence with no meaning and the crooked old gate and the rain through the rooftop
Do you remember that girl with the long dark brown hair, she danced like the autumn as if she don't care
like magic, like moonlight, like warm summer rain, with the hippie in her eyes
The queen of the garden was a merry old soul, she cried cockles and muscles alive alive ho!
Her day job was proper but don't let her loose, she tells stories of Ireland
Yes we sang songs songs of Rover, the wild and white horse, of three little gypsies who got lost on their course
of blue eyes in Galway and of famine and pain and of no ne and never and poets who cried in the rain
Do you remember the time of the sweet summer wine and solutions for problems the world couldn't find
a writer, a drummer, a piano man, an occasional stranger
Yes we sang songs songs of Rover, the wild and white horse, of three little gypsies who got lost on their course
of blue eyes in Galway and of famine and pain and of no ne and never and poets who cried in the rain
Do you remember the vineyards we walked in the sun, eat the grapes from the vines, take the dogs for a run
Do you remember the cold dips we took in the dam and drift away on our backs
Yes we sang songs songs of Rover, the wild and white horse, of three little gypsies who got lost on their course
of blue eyes in Galway and of famine and pain and of no ne and never and poets who cried in the rain
I remember the wars that went on in my head about life and its meaning and what lies ahead
and I thought about the poets who cried in the rain and the hippi in her eyes
Yes we sang songs songs of Rover, the wild and white horse, of three little gypsies who got lost on their course
of blue eyes in Galway and of famine and pain and of no ne and never and poets who cried in the rain
