Big Red Book of Dreams
from Lord Gammonshire's Guide to Everyday Sounds by Lord Gammonshire
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I just don’t know what will fall out, of my big red book of dreams,
Medieval guards, supernova stars,
They all dwell there it seems,
Do we go there for real, when we are fast asleep?
Visiting these far off lands, when we should be counting sheep.
I like it when I grow wings,
And sail into the blue,
Or go river sailing,
In my rocket powered canoe
These things I see when my eyes are closed,
Entertain the rooks and crows,
That are gathered on my window ledge tonight
I just don’t know what will fall out, of my big red book of dreams,
I’m in a fix, giraffe is eating chips,
I don’t know what that means.
Seventeen saintly steel riders are crawling up my knees,
Digging all their boot heels in, causing me disease.
I strolled forth amongst the dunes, with rushes all around,
Buried in the sand, a heron guards the ground,
With two flaps of his giant wings, twice the size of a man,
He took me in his beak and took off above the land, I cried no, no, no, no
These things I see when my eyes are closed,
Entertain the rooks and crows,
That are gathered on my window ledge tonight
I just don’t know what will fall out,
Of my big red book, my big red book of dreams
Was it you that fell out?
Of my big red book of dreams.
Medieval guards, supernova stars,
They all dwell there it seems,
Do we go there for real, when we are fast asleep?
Visiting these far off lands, when we should be counting sheep.
I like it when I grow wings,
And sail into the blue,
Or go river sailing,
In my rocket powered canoe
These things I see when my eyes are closed,
Entertain the rooks and crows,
That are gathered on my window ledge tonight
I just don’t know what will fall out, of my big red book of dreams,
I’m in a fix, giraffe is eating chips,
I don’t know what that means.
Seventeen saintly steel riders are crawling up my knees,
Digging all their boot heels in, causing me disease.
I strolled forth amongst the dunes, with rushes all around,
Buried in the sand, a heron guards the ground,
With two flaps of his giant wings, twice the size of a man,
He took me in his beak and took off above the land, I cried no, no, no, no
These things I see when my eyes are closed,
Entertain the rooks and crows,
That are gathered on my window ledge tonight
I just don’t know what will fall out,
Of my big red book, my big red book of dreams
Was it you that fell out?
Of my big red book of dreams.
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Lord Gammonshire's Guide to Everyday Sounds,
released 15 June 2009
Duncan Gammon: Vocals / Guitar / Mellotron / Micron
Gaz Williams: Ashbory bass / toy xylophone / panic in the aviary
The ‘Swingle’ Edwin Hammoo: Drums
Duncan Gammon: Vocals / Guitar / Mellotron / Micron
Gaz Williams: Ashbory bass / toy xylophone / panic in the aviary
The ‘Swingle’ Edwin Hammoo: Drums
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