Magic toys

FIRST SEGMENT

I came around

to discover what’s beyond the bound.

A new device,

shining flying tools shall be my guide

through the valleys

projected by an ancient mind;

less elastic than we expect

for plasmic holograms.

I called you out

from the peaks, the echoes growing louder.

Returning boats,

sailors complete their cloudy loads.

We’re connected to this –

the platform which brings us the highest bliss.

Waiting for the rising tide,

waiting for the sun to shine.

Freeing the feeling

and rolling the scenes we are in or out.

Feeding the chanting winds

that emanate from the upside ground.

Here I get. Let me left.

Our Master reigns

over time and space.

Let me go, let me enter

these brand open ways.

Your magic toys,

they just fill my life with joy...

We’re connected to this –

feel the cosmical kiss

reach us far along the ride,

sharing wonders built in light.

All the voices arise,

all the colors converge

and we merge

in the panoramical comfort.

Ah…

Oh, what a magic night…

Oh, what a magic night…

Our musical spacecraft flies

towards lazy satellites.

Oh, what a night…

Oh, what a night…

Oh, what a magic night…

A better world that’s all here,

here all the way down my heart.

A better world, all here;

lifted heads up to the sky.

The sky… The sky…

above our heads, lovely bright.

A better world, all here,

all here…

SECOND SEGMENT

Waiting for the sun to shine.

Beetlejuice. (X3)

THIRD SEGMENT

I came across

an accumulation of projections.

Until you wake,

I will wait aside the found direction.

We’re connected to this –

the moment the earthling for so long missed.

Waiting for the fireworks blow,

waiting for the sun to glow.

Lightening slidings of boards

on which riders mock all their fears.

Holding the folder in which the worlds scroll

we’re the puppeteers.

Gentle ears to handle.

Oh, weather’s warm

like a rose-colored nebula.

Sky’s a vast heart-shaped light sign,

not quite regular.

Your magic toys

make a sudden funky noise...

We’re connected to this –

a superior wish

went to send the lonesome ones

to rest in refreshing ponds

all over the globe’s crostal zone

with no added cost.

A fraternization of nations.

Ah…

I’m waiting for the sun to shine.

Kneeling and leading and clearing the feeling

and healing too,

oh, healing too, ah ah.

Kneeling and leading and clearing the feeling

and healing too,

oh, healing too, ah ah.

Your magic toys

swing me on and on…

ah… ah…

Magic toys.

Magic toys.
Magic toys.