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Sleep Walking Through The Mist with music composed & performed by Paul Odiase and lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas – ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s).
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Sleep Walking Through The Mist is from the album Holy Land Revisited and can be downloaded on iTunes HERE on Amazon HERE on Reptile Sound HERE on Spotify HERE and on rdio HERE.
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‘The Moon’ in Christian tradition is Jesus Christ hence the following refers to Him:-
He’ll join his Father too
The moon will soon rise
High above the hill
It won’t be a surprise
Coz all that’s good is killed
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Sleep Walking Through The Mist Lyrics
Get out of The Way brother
The Man is coming through
He left his weeping Mother
He’ll join his Father too
The moon will soon rise
High above the hill
It won’t be a surprise
Coz all that’s good is killed
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
It feels just like I’m floating
Up high above the ground
They ask me ‘Are you voting’?
I answer without sound
The one in The House
Has blood on his hands
All is quiet as a mouse
They bury them in sand
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I tried to be your lover
I gave you all I could
You looked just like His Mother
I don’t think that’s so good
I let you go free
To do as you please
I’m looking for the keys
Down on my bended knees
The sky cries in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
They tell me I found success
That I’m top of the tree
My life feels like one big mess
My worries drowning me
You might see me smile
But it might be wind
I’ll go another mile
In the end I know I can’t win
And the skies cry in pain
Rain beating down like fists
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Sleepwalking through the mist
I’m sleepwalking through the mist
Music composed and performed by Paul Odiase BMI No. 1252265 (Switzerland)
Song lyrics by Paul Robert Thomas PRS No. 497904008 (London)
Notes – Sleep Walking Through The Mist
……. from the moment that you are born the mist starts to descend, first as a thin veil and then as you progress along the middle road, it becomes a thick white blanket before your eyes until you can no longer see where you are going or which is the right way to go and you become confused and disorientated and you rely on sounds to lead you through, on voices calling through the mist but some may be like rogue mermaids who call ships onto the rocks or might be self-proclaimed visionaries who lost their sight a long time ago but who still offer you a promise of a glimpse of salvation, for a price, of course! And you look to your leaders for advice and directions but they are the very ones in charge of the soldiers in suits who control the fog machines financed by the bankers who control the show below from their castles high upon the hills where the air is clean and pure but the fog down here doesn’t lift and normal caring people, and there are still many, start to go insane and abandon any hope of rescue as they hear the daily screams of the good, the innocent and the naive echoing through the mist and you wonder if you are alive or are in some kind of day dream or nightmare – surely man cannot be so cruel? Surely he has a conscience and feeling for other fellow living beings? There’s the social worker pleading for mercy for them before the corrupted judge, ‘For they know not what they do’ he cries, blaming it on their upbringing – either they didn’t get enough affection and material rewards when they were young or they got too much too quick – it must be one or the other, surely it must be, mustn’t it, someone or something other than themselves must be to blame, there always has to be an excuse doesn’t there, I suppose …………………………
Paul Robert Thomas
Julian Assange – “We are walking around constantly in this fog where we can’t even see the ground. We think we can see the ground, but we’re wrong. And every so often a clearing in the fog happens when there is one of these grand disclosures. And we see the ground, and we are surprised.”
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