"Sleepyland" genre: Soft Rock
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	Vocal. Blend of soft rock/pop with 80s techno bass and heavy new age piano. About fantasy and the art of Maxfield Parrish. "Walking through the garden, Can you see their emerald eyes? Can you smell the ruby flowers? Come and swim with me in twilight." After dealing with I-95 traffic one too many times, I kept wishing I could project myself into "Daybreak" or any number of Parrish landscapes and get away from it all. So I wrote this song. On most days, I'd just settle for anywhere in New Hampshire or Vermont.
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	Story Behind the Song I don't recall the first time I saw a Maxfield Parrish illustration. Maybe it was in one of the many calendars available around the holidays, maybe it was in the antique stores in New England. But anyone who has ever studied his work has been moved by it. Maxfield Parrish stands with Norman Rockwell as one of most celebrated and immensely popular illustrators of our time. While Rockwell's flavor was Americana, Parrish's was his own particular brand of fantasy and landscapes. His imagination was staggering. I had the privilege of seeing his work on display at the Pennsylvania Museum of Fine Art last year, certainly one of the highlights of my life. I remember sitting in front of "The Lute Players" and thinking how huge the painting was and how no poster or calendar could ever capture the depth of the colors and the grandeur of the painting. I never thought art could move me to tears, but that day I got a bit emotional. The only thing that could top that is meeting Parrish (or Beethoven) in person. A long time ago, Rod Serling wrote an eerie story for the TV show, "Night Gallery" about a Nazi in hiding who kept gazing into a fishing picture in a museum - trying to project himself into the painting. The old fellow had a turn of bad luck at the end of the episode when, authorities in hot pursuit, he runs into the museum and successfully projects himself into the wrong painting. A modern day, tortured rendition of the Crucifixion. After dealing with I-95 traffic one too many times, I felt as if I had my torture up front. I kept wishing I could project myself into "Daybreak" or any number of Parrish landscapes and get away from it all. So I wrote this song. On most days, I'd just settle for anywhere in New Hampshire or Vermont. Lyrics Sleepyland Words and Music by Kelvin R. Brown 1. Haze on freeway. Hot afternoon. Need to escape - Fly away soon To distant castles, chalk blue horizons, Water lilies on a misty pond. Ancient scenes, ancient enchantment. The doorway to the magic beckons come. 2. Take me there for all the fantasy. Dive in silken blue, feels so serene. Enchanted houses lined with trees & Winding valleys wrapped in virgin snow. He's staring from the other side Into the window of my soul. CHORUS: Nobody ever saw as many shades of blue His skies of opal, purple, pink, and orange hue. Oh I think he'd understand. I'm going to Sleepyland. 3. Puss N' Boots and Old King Cole. Clowns in satin shoes with pointed toes. Fairy stories, forest shadows, Spirits swinging into the clouds. Porcelain ladies draped in white Bathed in whispering trees and laughter sounds. REPEAT CHORUS: BRIDGE: Take me down the path And leave the worries of the day. Swimming through the colors. Find a place to hide away. Walking through the garden, Can you see their emerald eyes? Can you smell the ruby flowers? Come and swim with me in twilight. REPEAT CHORUS: FADE OUT: Oh. I'm going to Sleepyland. Copyright 2001, Kelvin R. Brown

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