Spanish Guitar

Spanish Guitar - Gene Clark

The dissonant bells of the sea who are ringing the rhymes of the deep

As they sing of the ages asleep not so near or so far

And the old masters wind of the waves

Sped forth for the free men and slaves

Whispers of secrets it saves and about whom they are

And the workings of sunshine and rain

And the visions they paint that remain

Pulsate from my soul through my brain in a Spanish guitar

The beggar whom sits in the street on his miserable throne of defeat

Envisions no wealth there to meet thinking nowhere is far

And the laughter of children employed by the fantasies not yet destroyed

By the dogmas of those they avoid knowing not what they are

And the right and the wrong and insane

And the answers they cannot explain

Pulsate from my soul through my brain in a Spanish guitar

To play on a Spanish guitar with the sun shining down where you are

Skipping and singing a bar from the music around

Just to laugh through the columns of trees to soar like a seagull in breeze

To stand in the rain if you please or to never be found