Repent - Galleon

In my art gallery some strange things happen

By the way, it’s the opening day

Welcome in let your mind fly away

Have some wine, we ask you to stay

There are paintings that kisses

With their frames the chandelier they misses

And if a fountain of silver and gold you’ll find

Just pick a coin, make a wish and a rhyme

Ridiculous art of concrete and steel

Explaining the world but looks like a broken wheel

Here in my gallery

Welcome in

It’s a house of joy a house of sin

Skeleton sculptures with hollow red eyes

Purple glass spiders walking on lines

A hundred rainbow colored swords

Ringing like a church carillon

Snake like rusty plumbing

Crawl under the ceiling

Buckled steel plates like dragon scales

A white cold breath like rime on my brim

Is this truth or fiction.

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It’s what you want it to be

Here in my gallery

Welcome in

It’s a house of joy a house of sin

Stay in my gallery Why don’t you come in

I’m waiting for you Where have you been

In my gallery there’s always fun

No need to be afraid, no need to run

It’s so very bright, so full of sun

And it’s my loving doll, my honey bun.

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Once there was a man

That came in here

He told me his dreams

He’s in another sphere

Sucked up in the color stage

It’s just another page

He reached a higher level

This can go on forever

Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir

It’s so easy to decide in here — you can’t go to far

The same man that came in here

He was lost in his dream, it was fun and so surreal

He was dancing in the colour stage

With the skeletons and the purple spiders

He said, how can this be so real.

Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir

It’s so easy to decide in here — you can’t go to far

White pearl statues smiling in marble halls

A flock of seagulls on the northern wall

Black Velvet skies in big blue eyes

I think I saw Jimmy H in the haze

Crystal windows on the third floor

Sugar cane fences down below

A little boy beside his mum

A poor man dressed in rags

I’m here — I feel — okay — here I’ll stay

Jump in — be the mouse — in my maze

Be the mouse in my maze

I’m the cat, so let’s race

Then they came — the critics of fame

They scrutinize with big brother eyes

Sipping red wine telling lies

A point or two shoot the dice

An old man with tired eyes

A student with books in his hands

They understand much more than you know

They don’t even have a plan

Sipping red wine telling lies

A point or two now shoot the dice — shoot the dice

What did the old man say when he left his physic sphere

— «My dreams are deceptions, of better times out here»

But this lovely dreamlands makes the life much more bright

To come here and fly away, after night, night after night