Galleon: Art gallery

In my art gallery some strange things happen By the way it's the opening day Welcome in let your mind fly away Have some wine we ask you to stay There are paintings that kisses With their frames the chandelier they misses and if a fountain of silver and gold you'll find just pick a coin, make a wish and a rhyme Ridiculous art of concrete and steel explaining the world but looks like a broken wheel Here in my gallery Welcome in It's a house of joy a house of sin Skeleton sculptures with hollow red eyes purple glass spiders walking on lines A hundred rainbow coloured swords ringing like a church carillon Snake like rusty plumbing crawl under the ceiling buckled steel plates like dragon scales A white cold breath like rime on my brim Is this truth or fiction... It's what you want it to be Here in my gallery Welcome in It's a house of joy a house of sin Stay in my gallery Why don't you come on in I'm waiting for you Where have you been In my gallery there's always fun No need to be afraid, no need to run It's so very bright, so full of sun and it's my loving doll, my honey bun... Once there was a man that came in here He told me his dreams he's in another sphere sucked up in the colour stage it's just another page He reached a higher level This can go on forever Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir It's so easy to decide in here - you can't go too far The same man that came in here He was lost in his dream, it was fun and so surreal He was dancing in the colour stage with the skeletons and the purple spiders He said, How can this be so real... Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir It's so easy to decide in here - you can't go too far White pearl statues smiling in marble halls A flock of seagulls on the northern wall Black Velvet skies in big blue eyes I think I saw Jimi H in the haze Crystal windows on the third floor sugar cane fences down below A little boy beside his mum A poor man dressed in rag I'm here - I feel - okay - here I'll stay jump in - be the mouse - in my maze Be the mouse in my maze I'm the cat so lets race! Then they came - the critics of fame They scrutinise with big brother eyes Sipping red wine telling lies A point or two shoot the dice An old man with tired eyes A student with books in his hands They understand much more than you know They don't even have a plan Sipping red wine telling lies A point or two now shoot the dice - shoot the dice What did the old man say when he left his physic sphere -"My dreams are deceptions, of better times out here" But this lovely dreamlands makes the life much more bright To come here and fly away, after night, night after night