Gypsy Myth

you stare into the stars... looking for a sign...

in Jupiter and Mars... (Venus, throw my life a line!...)...

I've been a wanderer, I've learned some from what I've seen...

still, I'll pay the fortune teller... to tell me what it means.

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I've traced the gypsy myth; tracked ghost riders in the sky...

bent my perception with; potions I just had to try...

I've paid the piper; and begged all to call the tune...

I've sung my secret songs... to none but the moon.

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now all I ask of you  that you hear me out... 

and what I say is true... you can accept it without doubt

it's a lucky man tempts fate, and returns with his soul intact...

dealing in abstract concepts... don't ever change the facts.

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so part this mystic veil, and let this traveler through...

I'm following a trail... without one blessed clue...

my odyssey  is mapped by memories of the muse...

she fades in shades of grey... coloured by the blues

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you stare into the stars... looking for a sign... (repeat first verse)...

    ...well... this also an old song... from a full moon ramble on one of those rare days when songs came in threes... 'Gypsy Myth' being a play on 'gypsy moth'. I suppose; but also a thought on the lure of the ramblin' life... I certainly had my taste of that. And like many a Catholic boy (raised) I suspect we were fodder for the psychedelic experience(s). To put something on the tongue that packed a real wallop... ( "...to see the universe in a grain of sand, a lifetime in the blink of an eye..." (to quote a lyric as yet unfinished...)... myth and mystery...  love to all, d.

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