puzzlepie music - lucky start






	Now - may be day or night - now is your countryside a monument of a moment spend Now is so quite innocent

	just a little flash or if you share and you're gonna dare a long time cash

	it's standing in a rainy lane it's dropping from a rusty pane it's stepping daily in your shoes but follows like already lost the news

	it only hits you like a hurricane but when but when but when

	my name it's a suntrain through a keyhole that's life suntrain through a cold lane in my schedule i drive
	through spaces from windows that reach out with handgloves soft and low movies that you have, that i have seen somewhere making a song i heard somewhere faces flow headless to my dress soft traces ... quiet Big Ben 's playing chess

	i've been but a mountain with abundance inside living on a fountain with an old tree beside the castle was dashing to fashion and muzzle that's my need

	a new bird is flying i'm trying the right words play - what's new - what's old from all life-times, that's my will it's your fill - the gold-mines bringing - what's new - what's old to you

	disguise - a circus a focus of fun-lies i'm always a merchand who's searchin' for your size suitcase with windows, a joker of moonrays a poker a puzzle in raincoats take my spice

	joker for love it's a trail just a sail in my mind it's not male it's no queen but a flame, such a gas for a sign lala ...

	my name it's a suntrain through a keyhole that's life i've been but a mountain with a fountain inside but the castle was dashing to fashion and muzzle that's my need

	a new bird is flying like diamants from movies suntrain from moonrakes to sunrise chameleons disguise - a circus a focus of fun-lies i'm always a merchand who's searchin' for your size suitcase with windows, a joker of moonrays a poker a puzzle in raincoats take my spice



	vacance, entrance to France get soon the sea pearls of the sun strandlife in Cannes

	palm-trees night-breeze degrees quick change of clothes walk to the coast first time in Cannes flower, flavours, harbour blow my mind

	sunset, colours, focus a cast of fun birds on their run gay-life in Cannes

	but heat-waves, street-ways thrill me and shake my soul take my control the fence of a nun ballons, melting headlines dead ends in Cannes

	neon, satin wardrobes put on to show all in a play, roles with no pay but who's with me entrance to France is jealousy Cannes to a nun such a fence at the sun go distance, go prudence move - get away from me

	vacances, entrance, sun-rays kiss my neck dance round my bed glance round my head it's a warm-up, a warm drop like Jean's coffee cup Now ...



	hello - mr good friend hi - sisters in your type tent stop to look as usual i've just arrived like Lady Godiva golden like a sun wheel driver stop to defend something's on the rise something to melt your ice quite innocent

	yes, i've got a smiling chance a sun on the run to you cause i'm looking for the one who's loving my dreams come true yes, i'm smiling for advance and someone to want it too

	no - i got no finger on the trigger right - i'm just a special figure so the sunlight's dawning stop your phoning drawing on your custom calling i bring you the winds to win wings to begin kicking troubles from your table guess, you get the best i'm able to for you

	yes, i've got a smiling chance a sun on the run to you cause i'm looking for the one who's loving my dreams come true yes, i'm smiling for advance and someone to want it too



	here's one here's another you may say : a bundle of blue lips but some are like a metapher may be for : a bundle of tulips jungle of blue lips

	it's there a chance around me it's like a stair to a dinner i look at ears around me why don't they look like beginners dancing for Venus

	feel some routes of adventures it's like a deal with the nature two lips and i'm chairless my heels are still in Arkansas dancing for Venus

	i love to care about me it's care to share with a dandy i love the life without me it's giving : wind for the winners rain for the sinners moods of a Guinness

	night is taken out of Whales dark as ink, the words get thirsty tales ...

	ist it wax of a candle that's melting street life and sorrow ? or tunes by mr Handel who's writing for : riding Zorro for riding Zorro

	arrange myself in a goodness and change myself in a sadness like getting out of adress enjoying : wind for the winners rain for the sinners moods of a Guinness

	night is naked like a whale dark as ink - another sip - to

	care for the mail, it's a trail just a sail in my mind it's a word juggling suitcase with air, but a mind cabin based on a flair, easy nightclubbin'

	curvets and cheers, see my nose such a rose in that beer it's a smell suckling care for the chair waving like a tree care for the snares in the pompin' time

	Guinness headlines bottles love saddles of lullabyes levels right rebels fight care for spice dare to get rare in that multiplication vibes full of papers and sweet shirts so nice full of laughter like skin-cream and ice not a cent from my Guinness land



	The Pattern Island

	well, here is oncle monocle for you, look in the garden where everything's new, insurance too

	but it's not allowed touching the green no sense to talk about : green must be clean twelve on the BigBen will agree health is the plan of property
	i am bound to solid ground
	yesterday's jumber won't get sense in the fence of mine never you'll find radish, cucumber, dandelien
	this is my pattern island ivy matters will end

	Puck Pinbricks

	bakin burning takin' learning get a new face tossing turning crossing yearning get a new trace

	Twilight in Spin

	featherlight thoughts in tide spin in my mind labyrinth puzzlerings nothing combined circles ten thousand times crusing deadlines like a kite in the night drifting unseen

	under my skin twilight in spin candles below have no more burning glow

	there's no sound i'm bound for to listen memries in old trees i don't miss them nowhere doors but before grey paled windows and the hills have no fills but the hallows

	under my skin twilight in spin candles below have no more glow sense lost beyond the sky come down and blow meet me on riverstones so i call shoot out a cannonball

	all is clean with no means like the airbreeze there's no shell for myself by the cornfields i will sleep falling deep in cradle beeing one only one in a fable

	under my skin twilight in spin candles below have no more burning glow

	At Home

	safe in my bunk wavin' in grey divin' hidin' away from this hasy day

	The Dream Gate

	tales in the hase and veils on the waves drifting to lift a face kings in a ring and their rays so keen stage of a magic scene

	gates in the night and light in the shade guest in a jester's fate gig sarabande and a bird between wings in a ring of court and queen

	pence on a joke a lope on a fence dance on a golden rope Jack in the green and a harlequin flag of a garlic spleen

	light in the shade a bite not to wait guide in the rolling tide facing a fate getting a gate taking the dream i touch the night

	feel a sense i'm leaving my bed catching my hat instead of that

	The misty Brainstorm Bay

	feel the winds the harbour's horn tonight salty smell a lipstick taste i like doors are locked the city's dark behind mystical - i miss the tales in mind

	down the lane the shadows wave to past and i follow them to a misty brainstorm bay

	there's move amazin' groove in touch fire places dawning days turn up in the fog there is no dog but such kiddy-caddy go in my misty brainstorm bay

	only movin don't ask for the win in daylight waving moving line torches glow the light is on : Merlin standing there defending knights and queen

	movin' drift the movies shift - i drop divin' to a show in my misty brainstorm bay

	only movin don't ask for the win in daylight falling winds they lift me to a gate like a prince i'm riding tall and great i feel face to fate

	a former age is on the stage again with comedies and histories of men i guess the jester is the best of all acting lunatics in my misty brainstorm bay
	only movin don't ask for the win in daylight



	Puck Pinbricks

	bakin burning takin' learning get a new face tossing turning crossing yearning get a new trace

	The Morning Gate

	oh what a morning over me grave for the twilight and it's spin

	here's another win hold on to me hear the harbours horn thunder of sea tides are waving born while i have cast my skin

	morning dew inside me and around fancy new the colours and the sound feel the sense the sun is glowing along her golden gate along my golden gate

	come down and blow meet me on riverstones so i call shoot out a cannonball

	in the end : touching the green is allowed by the queen

	Glowing Swing

	would you leave for a smell would you really feel and go would you leave without tell could you keep your mental glow when the evening has grown in a painting of the town going places between can you keep your glowing

	going along in a mood of sweet yesterday sharing the song of a flute bluebirds of memory swing on your longing back home under a garden tree swing on your own life - what about spring

	in the showguns of life in the current of a dream through the doors you arrive can you keep your mental steam you're the one for yourself i am two words from the moon take a spoon for your health cocktails mixtures glowing

	going along in a mood of sweet yesterday sharing the song of a flute bluebirds of memory swing on your longing back home under a garden tree swing on your own life - what about spring