Art Gallery lyrics

Artist  : Galleon 
Song : Art Gallery



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 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 coloured 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...  
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 on 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...  
 
Once there was a man  
that came in here  
He told me his dreams  
he`s in another sphere  
sucked up in the colour 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 too
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 too
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 Jimi 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 rag  
 
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 lets race!  
 
Then they came - the critics of fame  
They scrutinise 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