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Dreams are pretty things
What pretty things are dreams
Hide them from the sun
Admire in moonbeams
And watch them waft away
On the slightest breeze
They do as they please
Each pretty as it comes
Pretty as it leaves

Wishes unfulfilled
Hopes that failed to soar
Blood unfairly spilled
You need then all the more
Dreams
Pretty to the eye
Dreams
Not true and not a lie
yes dreams
They’re a private joy
Like the busted toy
To which a child clings
Dreams are pretty things

If it’s plain as can be 
That reality
knocks you all about
Tuck yourself in
And let your dreams out

Working toward a goal
Other people set
Telling heart and soul
It’s not your time yet
With your eyes on the clock
Till the work day ends
When the night descends
You won’t be alone
Dreams will be your friends 

Yes dreams
Know what you desire
Dreams
Provide what you require
The freedom that flight brings
Wings if you need wings

Where skies are always blue
Your loved one loves you
And the whole world sings
DREAMS ARE PRETTY THINGS!

Sexagenarian Vol III

Dreams Are Pretty Things

Green Idol

Jonathan Bowman - vocals, backing vocals, guitars, bass guitar
James Spickard - drums

Art - "The Sibyl" by Joseph Bumpas

Lyrics: 

Go on ahead, boy
Take your prize and ride
To her hollow in the seven hills where she hides

Ebb and flow with me, my boy
You'll gain what you desire.
Then watch as your favor falls
Up through the Veil on fire
The madness in your eyes won't see the light of Daybreak now
Your words, Yahyā, will have no use
The day your life expires

Please, make your way to me.
I'll make it worth your while.
This gift was made to be taken away.

Ebb and flow with me, my boy
You'll gain what you desire.
Then watch as your favor falls
Up through the Veil on fire
The madness in your eyes won't see the light of Daybreak now
Your youth, Yahyā, will have no use
The day your life expires

Here, she dances inside my head
Azure words bound by emerald thread
Trumpets will sound, glory bound
The ceiling will fall, silence surrounds.
It's no secret I fear the unknown
One day soon, nothing will atone
For pretension, the ascension, your dissension, their omission
The sacred is secret for a reason

Fire, walk with me

Despite all your failures,
You believe; On which your life depends.
Despite of all that you'll go through
This world you will not mend

Wait for the dream to show you
The line drawn in the sand
Wait for the dream to tell you
On which side you'll stand
If I had any hope left
I would have never listened to you
Torch's flame fading and hopeless
Before my eyes
Sibylline lies come true

Won't you...

Ebb and flow with me, my boy
You'll gain what you desire.
Then watch as your favor falls
Up through the Veil on fire
The madness in your eyes won't see the light of Daybreak now
Your life, Yahyā, will have no use
The day this world expires

The Sibyl

Beyond the year 2125, two great megacorporations vie for control over interstellar resources in a far away star system. 

In the midst of these corporate wars, two forces collide - on the same station by chance, a maverick of Mars and a wayward Earther.

Torn between his factional obligations and personal feelings, the Martian is forced to confront the paradigm.

"Maybe peace isn't so bad..."

Spacebar Girl

The Martian Dream, that's what they call it. 

Not many believe in it these days, but it was real once, in the domed cities of Utopia Planitia.

Utopia Planitia

how will i rest in peace if i'm buried by a highway?//

the Hood

June'd

Dozing Prod. AmgDontPlay

Goodbye.

"Drop by drop the bucket is filled. Fill it with hate, and you will have hate. Fill it with love, and you will inherit love."

The Sibyl

Jonathan Bowman

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