Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
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Monday 1 November 2010

E Yo Ho

E Yo Ho

Its a rolling sound breaking out the cave a cave of space full of lights and sounds deep down under neath he waves a solo train with a brain freeze driver rush like the wind let the show begin deep down underground in the forgotten cave far far away across the blue laced sparkling ocean waves where Hendrix the dragon flies above in the cloudy skies. Its a deep place not just in depth in tranquillity deep the cave drips in tranquil melody wicked sounds, a bubbling all around, a brewing for you come follow Hendrix the dragon flying thorugh the sky, step upon the carpet made of leafs that lies upon the woodland floor. Flap your wings and fly where the eagles soar. Up above the sun light. High. Away across the mountains over the sea. Home is the one heart place to be. Such sights to see. In high tide low tide high. Hendrix the dragons fire is blue and orange. Warm to touch it wraps you in cosy shadows which comfort like soft blankets. This fire is sparky magic for your skin. Skittles playing on your mind. A ticklish fire. Friendly stings. A hunger in the eye. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Upon a boat made of webs. We set sail for the shore. Lamp lights flickering across the night. Welcoming us home.
Come come to us from across the sea
Welcome home
One heart one love
Come on your boats travel across the sea to our sandy shore.
What have you been waiting for.
Its your time to be free.
Set sail gladly.
We float nicely ice casting shadow stars fleeting glimpses of summers past dance beneath the tides. The moon lights. Look at the moon a pure circle with a slice. Smiling through the night.
Twinkle twinkle starry starry night.
Set sail high tide. Warm winds blow. Yo ho ho. In the pub dancing on a keg. Yo ho ho sink them down. A drink to the sailors got by powder flint and shot, their bodies rot, beneath the splashing waves sailors of the sunken graves. E Yo ho.
Were long away from the treasure in the cave sailing through the rivers of melten gold, cane away. Bouncing boats bounce. Wrapped up in the surf. Of a hundred billion castaways

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