Goldmine Songtext
von Iris Gold

Go, go

Stepping in my eyepatch and mama′s gold slippers
I'm pirate coding like a microphone skipper
Cutting through the streams in my dreams like scissors
Mad Hatters meet the wizards when I close my eye zipper
My cape is blowing in the breeze and
My walk is kinda Clint Eastwood
Stack my backpack on my back
Pulling my straps ′til mama says stop

And for a very long time
I've been chasing a gold mine
And hoping that I might find
A little piece of the old times


Say hello to an old man raving party tripper
Now he's sinked into the sand writing proper tea sipper
And a troop of junkies rolling on the river
See the little lady dancing paper gazes in the chipper
My cape is blowing in the breeze and
Flying carpet, heading Middle Eastern
I′m a long way from home now
Been sailing my own mile ′til papa says stop

And for a very long time
I've been chasing a gold mine
And hoping that I might find
A little piece of the old times
And for a very long time
I′ve been chasing a gold mine
And hoping that I might find
A little piece of the old times

Sunshine in the air
Playing truth or dare
Old man Gatto's rocking in his chair
Two teenagers kissing in the shade
In the beautiful oasis sipping lemonade
Sunshine in the air
Playing truth or dare
Old man Gatto′s rocking in his chair
Two teenagers kissing in the shade
In the beautiful oasis sipping lemonade


And for a very long time
I've been chasing a gold mine
And hoping that I might find
A little piece of the old times
And for a very long time
I′ve been chasing a gold mine
And hoping that I might find
A little piece of the old times