Castles in the clouds

 B minor take me back

Down lanes so sweet

When life was fine

And things were meet

B minor to the E, we'll eat

The flower blossom in our mouths so sweet

The honey suckle on the boughs

The sway of tails of the cows

And grasses green and fields replete

With light summer rain

And swaying wheat

Oh B minor

But I know it's gone

It's only a line in a song

A harmony sung

In castles of clouds

Where I wander

with brow un-furrowed

Grammar Models

 Solace in the landscape

Is pretty

Seems to vanish energy

Seems to take all sorrow

From the doors of perception

Than in a big city the nerves jangle hit

against others

Are sparked off, like a fuse box

And the city lights go out

Dazzling amazing on the water

Languid, never sleeps

Oozing

this nightlife

In the countryside

The quiet night rolls

On, and what is there to do but

bemoan the passing time

The dreary year

In the buzzing city light, and flashes

The promise of glamour

But the dashed hope on the streets

The stammer of steps

that you fall down

Searching for Oz

 looking for Oz

in the underground

Searching for it in the city I found

Looking for riches, and gold

But I found wisdom at the end of the 

rainbow

looking for the wizard in nature

In the hopes of a new year's tide

Searching in the forests

Following up the green aisles

The winter time's bride

looking for it in the sky

We are all walking the yellow brick road

Walking it til we die

Sometimes I am the tin man

Who doesn't even feel

Sometimes I am the scare crow

Afraid of what isn't real

Sometimes I lack courage

But Dorothy pulls me through

As we walk our path of suffrage

What is really real ?

It is me and you

It is the dream of another world

Another place and time

A perfect amalgam

And an illusion

I can't abide

Milkman

 I like the milkman

You like the milkman ah

We all like the milkman

Love in the hills

 Out on the marshes

The endless parade

Of reeds like soldiers

Armies marching in charades

And high above them harriers harangue the pale 

Sky

Where do you expect

The division of labour to fall?

The hawks ask the buzzard

The buzzard ask the train

That rattles on beneath it

Like a bullet through the brain

What can you expect to do, or cut from the bone

When it has been gnawed so much

That the heart is no more a home

And I held you tight but

You fell through my hands like rain

When cupped I supped your water

But couldn't swallow your refrain

If I had my time again I would appreciate

What I had

You offered me life

And I threw it way

Like an apple that went bad

I think my whole existence

could be summed up in just a few words

To live and lose the love we had

passing by like a flock of birds

And yet the whole revelation

comes as some kind of second death

Or a kind of second coming

After a second breath

I tried to breathe easy this time sometimes easier said then done

When I see the gentle countryside

I am in love with

The Bakony hills loom large and black in the distance

Then they disappear but my memories are returning

And stirring in me feelings

of a love that keeps on burning

Translating Rap 1

 Bust a cap in sb's ass = shoot someone in the bottom

Arapaho = used to be a native American tribe = now means a rapper's girlfriend 

Getting jiggy with it = getting sexually aroused by someone or really enjoying Irish dancing

See Will Smith for further details

Pocahontas

 Well, the sweetness

In the water

When I taste your lips

And fleetness of the daughter 

Of the time we kissed

Who is the king who shall fall

And fold his arms

Like Napoleon down waterfalls

Losing all his charms

Biting at the bit

I hold her away from harms

But Geronimo keeps

falling in the forests

And breaking all the farms

Oh Pocahontas come and marry

me

Come with your pan pipes

And sing around my tree

Oh Pocahontas

Won't you come and marry me

And we'll be gone by the morning

Before the doves are set free