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Dancing on the feet of a miracle, while winter’s growing cold
life seems almost cynical in the gardens of green and gold
While the apples of eden are calling me, I sometimes just can’t believe, that man was made a replica of someone else’s dream
Away to where the rainbow’s just a stoney throw away,
where kings and queens assemble just to greet the world and say:
bare witness to the princess as she lights her precious dome, and bluebells call you home
Home, bluebells calling: Home
A home to all the broken melodies, is a home where all the sunny skies, rime without a reason endlessly, just look at how the butter flies
When the evensong sing through the mezzanine and the birds interrupt the trees, they were talking in the forest hatching up a scheme, when winter comes they’ll up and leaf
To find the swirling oceans made of conscience and of clay,
the weight of all this nonsense we must carry down the way,
towards the great reunion of the apple and the crow,
come on it is time to go
Home, bluebells calling: Home
Tell the trees of sunlight, tell the day of rain
listen for the flutter rising up again
Better off without a suitcase is the mind
grasping at a moon beam, counting out the time
I was only eight when magic touched my ears
now it seems the only thing I hear is the everlasting chorus of a neverlasting dream locked inside my fantasy
So listen up campers along with the rain, the promise of sunshine again
With all that is pretty and all that is blue, the bluebell shines for you
Somebody sold my blank endeavour, to the creatures that walk on the moon
In time you´ll see the world at the speed of light, as we all set stones in bloom
Dancing on the feet...
The light has come to free this song of anything that goes
the featherless magician shakes his head and tells us slow:
the poet down on mainstreet can’t believe his sunken eyes
A calling from the skies
(Simon) I´ve never seen a brighter sun,(Petter) than the one the crow incorporated,(Pontus) into his painted rivers three, (Johan) as the apple reunites the broken melody
Blue is my direction home, into a world where every ghostly figure, flutter round the cosmic tare, as we’ re dancing on the feet of miracles everywhere
Where do flowers go when all is said and done
do they hope and pray to find a second sun?
With golden shores and amber painted skies,
where poets run and bluebells call home
I´ve never seen a better day, than the one that drove the clouds away, forever from this holy earth, and the bluebells simple words just resting in the dirt
And finally it seems to me, this has got to be the place indeed,
I´m just sitting in the gardens green, watch the blue above and simply dream my dreamy dream.

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from Blomljud (Remastered 24​-​bit Audio), released January 3, 2008
Music & Lyrics: Westerlund

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Moon Safari Sweden

Himlabacken Vol. 2 out Dec 8.

Moon Safari is a Swedish progressive rock group formed in Skellefteå, Sweden, in 2003. The band focuses on vocal arrangements in the style of Gene Puerling and they willingly surrender to the spirit of 60s rock, pop and progressive rock music, previously invoked by the Beatles, the Beach Boys and Yes.

They have toured both Japan, North America and mainland Europe.
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