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Chapter 2 of the Umbrella Saga; "The Flower Gun". I am currently in the studio working on, hopefully a CD. This song is recorded at home however, but I think I have an interesting thread, new sounds, and with the addition of other people in the studio, I am really looking forward to it all. So, I am not going to have the download option available anymore, due to the fact that some of the songs may end up on my CD. I would very, very much like to hear your continued comments and suggestions however and hopefully you'll understand.
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Lyrics
The Flower Gun
A boy and a girl, and the rain has stopped in their valley of pearls.
They're always happy, children of this magnificent world.
In a long forgotten city they find a gun, a heavy Colt.
They don't know what it is, never seen a thing like it before.
They fly to a nearby park, which is filled with friends and wise old men.
White bearded thinkers walking slowly to impress their crowd.
One of them with round glasses resting on a large but friendly nose, he take a look at their newly found treasure -
and shakes his head around:
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
So, the children loaded the gun with seeds, while vise men spoke of peace.
They buried it into the ground, watered it, sat down to watch it grow.
Somebody played the guitar, and a large woman played the lovely harp.
For nights and days, until one morning the first leaf left the pipe.
The, whatever it was, kept growing and growing, and soon there where no sight of the gun.
The ground laid pretty in its colors, and the children once again flew away.
The wise men stood proud and pleased and waived the children farewell...
As the wind grabbed the Umbrella, like the wings from under a spell.
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
In a wood, thick as a book, they eat of fruits larger than their heads.
One child asked the other: "What's the purpose of that so called gun?"
"I do not know what it is, I have never heard of or seen a gun before. The vise men wanted it to bloom, that's it I guess; all we need to know..."
"Let's continue our journey, see, there's a road! Let's land on our feet, like wise men, because I think we know more than we know.
Soon, the image had vanished, and been replaced with other things they found.
An old book, a spoon of silver, a doll, and a magic flute made of wood.
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
© M09
A boy and a girl, and the rain has stopped in their valley of pearls.
They're always happy, children of this magnificent world.
In a long forgotten city they find a gun, a heavy Colt.
They don't know what it is, never seen a thing like it before.
They fly to a nearby park, which is filled with friends and wise old men.
White bearded thinkers walking slowly to impress their crowd.
One of them with round glasses resting on a large but friendly nose, he take a look at their newly found treasure -
and shakes his head around:
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
So, the children loaded the gun with seeds, while vise men spoke of peace.
They buried it into the ground, watered it, sat down to watch it grow.
Somebody played the guitar, and a large woman played the lovely harp.
For nights and days, until one morning the first leaf left the pipe.
The, whatever it was, kept growing and growing, and soon there where no sight of the gun.
The ground laid pretty in its colors, and the children once again flew away.
The wise men stood proud and pleased and waived the children farewell...
As the wind grabbed the Umbrella, like the wings from under a spell.
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
In a wood, thick as a book, they eat of fruits larger than their heads.
One child asked the other: "What's the purpose of that so called gun?"
"I do not know what it is, I have never heard of or seen a gun before. The vise men wanted it to bloom, that's it I guess; all we need to know..."
"Let's continue our journey, see, there's a road! Let's land on our feet, like wise men, because I think we know more than we know.
Soon, the image had vanished, and been replaced with other things they found.
An old book, a spoon of silver, a doll, and a magic flute made of wood.
Hey! Put some flowers in that gun,
it belongs to the sun.
Hey! Let's load that gun:
with seeds for the sun!
© M09
LunaTrick
Mikki - you produce classy songs - and this is no exception. Fine work!