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This is a song about the different colours that silence can be.
Setting The Tremeloes straight.
I've been in touch with the Irish Embassy here in Vienna.
There's three tiny bits of Wicklow gold amid the mass of minerals in the Natural History Museum
(Naturhistorische Museum)
I think Ireland should ask for them back.
Three little nibs amid the mineral masses.
No bigger than coffee beans.
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Can i ask you while I have you if you think it's true
that silence heralds a Golden calm and promises anew?
All my days I heard it said the colour of quiet was Gold
Do ya reckon so?
Steal away to sky and soil where most you feel secure
Listen as surroundings tell of history here endured
Silence drapes her silken fleece of every shade and hue
that we ever knew
Hope as Silver
Passion white
keep going
Magenta rage spurs a Blue cry to keep going
The Green duration of a late walk home, keep going,
Pink the love that leaves us less alone
An ancient kohl under a closing eye
A salmon stretch across a Peach sky
The dour and drab of an endless grey day
The amber fear of the far away
Can i ask you while I have you if you think it's true
it's all the other colours too.
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