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
