Andrew Gardner

Andrew Gardner

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Autumn Chrome

Written By: Andrew Gardner

You take a suddent breatha nd you're not touching the floor
Pure with the joy of exactly what we've found,
A filament of white heat burning deep within the core
And in that instant we're sure we'll never touch the ground
And the air is heady with a rich sakura haze
Your eyes glisten as every moment gleams
And we're drifting gently but everything's ablaze
With a thousand promises from half rememberd dreams

As an analogue sun
Gently floods our minds
With slanting rays
The colour of Autumn Chrome

We are streaming with the purest of desire
My love for you is like the heart of the sun
And I'm singing to you from the centre of the fire
Of all the myriad ways in which all our rivers run

As an analogue sun
Gently floods our minds
With slanting rays
The colour of Autumn Chrome

You are smiling, incandescent with the truth
Your words are diamonds in the velvet hearted night,
That was born in all the dreaming of our youth
And in a sky that's dusted deep with points of light

As an analogue sun
Gently floods our minds
With slanting rays
The colour of Autumn Chrome

Carousel in the Garden of Unearthly Delights

Written By: Andrew Gardner

There's a carnival that shines orange and gold in the mist
Filled with found souls who all want to be kissed
Laughing and dancing to music I can't hear
I'm taking pictures in my mind for when it all disappears

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Seems like everyone's an acrobat, not everyone's a clown
They waht to share the secrets of the freak-sho underground
With every type of heart and every type of mind
Deep in the shadows with every desire that they can find

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Cherry blossoms are ablaze, and drifting through the air
Everyone is weaving something in their hair
Singing all the codes, while they play an ancient tune
Aiming all the firewords for the centre of the moon

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Drift

Written By: Andrew Gardner

She's unfolding my old dreams and my old rooms
Breathing soft and warm on my skin
I'm drifting free, in the season of leaves
She says she loves my, and my next-of-kin

There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by

She dances lightly in my arms
Wearing only candle-light
We drift into extended silence
Where all bright colours collide

There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by

There's a twilight hush in the air
As we drift into delicious sleep
A stone drops into my Father's well
The water is cool, and so still and so deep
There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by.

Carousel in the Garden of Unearthly Delights

Written By: Andrew Gardner

There's a carnival that shines orange and gold in the mist
Filled with found souls who all want to be kissed
Laughing and dancing to music I can't hear
I'm taking pictures in my mind for when it all disappears

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Seems like everyone's an acrobat, not everyone's a clown
They want to share the secrets of the freak-sho underground
With every type of heart and every type of mind
Deep in the shadows with every desire that they can find

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Cherry blossoms are ablaze, and drifting through the air
Everyone is weaving something in their hair
Singing all the codes, while they play an ancient tune
Aiming all the firewords for the centre of the moon

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Drift

Written By: Andrew Gardner

She's unfolding my old dreams and my old rooms
Breathing soft and warm on my skin
I'm drifting free, in the season of leaves
She says she loves my, and my next-of-kin

There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by

She dances lightly in my arms
Wearing only candle-light
We drift into extended silence
Where all bright colours collide

There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by

There's a twilight hush in the air
As we drift into delicious sleep
A stone drops into my Father's well
The water is cool, and so still and so deep

There is a moment that stays with me still
The lights went on in the house on the hill
Her dress, printed with tiny crimson flowers, brushing against the wheat
Shadows cross the field, reaching towards her feet
As the light flows luminous and cool through a liquid sky
And I don't know if it's an hour, or my whole life that's drifting by.

Carousel in the Garden of Unearthly Delights

Written By: Andrew Gardner

There's a carnival that shines orange and gold in the mist
Filled with found souls who all want to be kissed
Laughing and dancing to music I can't hear
I'm taking pictures in my mind for when it all disappears

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Seems like everyone's an acrobat, not everyone's a clown
They want to share the secrets of the freak-show underground
With every type of heart and every type of mind
Deep in the shadows with every desire that they can find

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true

Cherry blossoms are ablaze, and drifting through the air
Everyone is weaving something in their hair
Singing all the codes, while they play an ancient tune
Aiming all the firewords for the centre of the moon

There's a young woman, on the carousel
Smiling, because she's a Miracle Girl
And she is in her brand new dress
She's got something to confess
She says we'll never understand
Just what it means to suffer the admiration of a world
That loves beautiful girls
And I guess that's true