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Tangerine Fields [Festival, Part I] We dream outside the ley lines We colour out our dreams Through carnivals the soul climbs, So noisily it seems Through festivals we travel Out into the woods As knots and nerves unravel As all our worries should Where nothing really matters With not a cloud in sight In tents, such souls lie shattered Thriving in the light Shadows cast upon the straw, with bright light shining down A sun that beats in time with yours, in skies, blue, clear... drown 'tween pounding beats and grounding sheets With bell tents ringing true Peeling between the heat As days and nights burn through Waking with our eyes wide closed, in echoes of a dream Lost in thoughts a warm night posed, in fields tangerine Orange, burnt with passions reached Fruits spun from looms, a dearth With browning grass and flowers bleached, in cracked receding earth With train tracks buckled in the heat Friends, foreign join the fray Rails warped beneath our feet They help us find our way Through routes unplanned, expertly manned It finds a natural line As zones of comfort stretch, expand, and wingspans beat in time With dragonflies that flit through parks, and flyers spent on cars With wipers sprung on windows marked, with permits from afar Where carpools merge with ball pools Through lost hours, small at dawn As fire draws and light shows pull The beats 'tween which we're torn The places where the soul escaped Spaces in the past Faces friendly, spirits draped, with stage's beats so vast With schemes forged fast in foundries, so noisily they pine We dream outside the boundaries, … we colour out the lines |