This one is a bit smoother than the last one and a bit more chilled out.

Weekend Mix 001

The Sun Is In Your Eyes

I know the sun is in your eyes but we must feast for the day has come
And the clouds are lost long distant friends who once we knew and now are numb
So where is it we're going here? Marching madness through our fear
Seeking gold and silver in the mining of the sky

All holograms beseech my soul, we're in the void, we’re in the hole
We're searching for the answer through a telescopic lens
A mantra chanted by the heart, a family painted torn apart
A lesson to be learning Oh when will the learning end?
And I, I know the sun is in your eyes
and I, I know the sun is in your eyes

It’s time to take philosophy this chaos, all calamity
Is forming every storm of numbers slumbering our way
We're in the night, we're in the day. We live ourselves our souls to play
We take a little something and we say that it has grown

All that I have known my life, every friend and every vice
All that I have known has kept me building in the sand
So come with me come walk this land come take a glance the dance is grand
And we can surely make it if we hold each other’s hands

And I, I know the sun is in your eyes
And I, I know the sun is in your eyes

Still building in the sand I cry for I've been mining in the sky
I've been digging memories of the places I have been
Nothing seems so real these days our love it speaks in broken plays
Of comedy and tragedy,  an odyssey it seems.

An actor standing on the stage has written life upon a page
To be remembered and be spoken when the chokes are on and on
Everyone’s a joker now I've smoked my last smoke anyhow
I guess I'll learn to find my gold and silver in the sky

And I know the sun is in your eyes
And I know the sun is in your eyes

It’s in my eyes
It’s in your eyes
It’s in the darkness
Of the skies
It’s in the life
We're living
In this reality we're making.... 

And I know the sun is in your eyes
and I know the sun is in your eyes


Lyrics by David C Lacey

The Sun Is In Your Eyes - PROXIMA ALMASTY

Talkshow Episode One - Creators of Energy and What Ancient Archeology Doesn't Want You To Know

Kubla's Dub - St Dubbins

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them run so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

---

Lewis Carroll's, The Walrus and The Carpenter with acoustic guitar accompaniment. Demo Tracks from Almasty album. Performed by David Lacey.

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