Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Repent, artist - Galleon.
Date of issue: 29.04.2013
Song language: English
Repent |
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. |
.. |
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. |
.. |
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 |