the Slippermen ® 

HALO THE BISHOP
with lyrics by
Alexandre Therrien

& music by
Digital Yoda

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lyrics

1. Introduction of Hallo the bishop

The fading voice of the trees
faded by the mind of the man
He crawls up to the church yard
Where he stands

In the darkness of my eyes
Lies the dancing truth of a myth
Where gods wore the crown
And where men fought for their land

A woman was born in the hands of a nymph
She was turned into a stone
After leaving her tidy home
For a battle of her own

For a matter of pleasure
The pale and cold stone was thrown in the sea of Cynthera
The pictures are placed on a table
The colours have been dissolved

"The power that I have will be shown To the people of this village"

Near past the waterfall
A statue will be brought up

The memories of the ones who failed
Will be held up on a wall
In the Churchyard
The ones who want to honor their soul

( be there at 3 )

2. The river side meltdown and the one who has all

A sailor's boat is been held up the courant
By a strange cloud
A face is melting its image through the form
A glimpse of the form we see and all were turned to dust

But I stand
Listening to yawns of valour
The sourness of it failed and died
As it vanished through our ways

The freedom of our souls as been stamped
By the child of union
In a golden cup
Where we float and pray

Child given from the hands of the winds
He was placed in a lair
A waterfall hid his body
Where he grew clever and strong

The one who tries to cross the waterwall
Must die

The child is held in an under world
Where he is still looking up at us

« I wonder where I would be If I wouldn't be in this wonderland »

I miss that foolish virgin
The laughter and the breading
The eyes were shot
But for a moment we... I fell on....

3. To M.E. the nymph of pleasure

Little flower little pleasure
Read beyond what you see
Beyond that mask
Stands a simple man

From beyond the words
I touch a tree
And this world closes apart
From things to believe

Things that are soon forgotten
Are held on that wall
The wall in the churchyard
Where children use to run around

Nobody sees what we see
Nobody understand were I stand
Amongst the foolish people
That sees us has a dead dream

Nothing can my hopes build when you sleep
As long as I have a part in the memories
Words of truth
Words of consequence

Virgin Nymph lies on the cloud he built
Confusion flows
Got to get what I see
The voice and its components

4. Closed on Mondays

A book is laid on a table
Beside a windows that opens to a valley
A circle is drawn beyond the village fire
But it seems that all is getting down

The book keeps words of the past
The white room is passing time in silence
Keeping the book shot
Keeping those words unknown

Hey we are closed on Mondays
Read the sign pay attention
The book keeps your secret
I won't tell I won't tell, I'll keep it to silence my friend.

(Spoken) For the one's who don't understand the words I said, and whispered.
Look up and find out about the past, about the Big Book. When you'll touch
The wisdom of a storyteller you'll lurn a couple of tricks.
For now, good night, sleep tight ! I am on my way for that journey....

The Slippermen

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