Riding the unicorn is something that obviously can never be done and so this song talks about trading the offer of God for a fleeting fantasy. This would probably have been the last Salt Solution to have been written but by this stage the band now was past its heyday and so there was no longer the enthusiasm to work on new songs.
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'To Ride the Unicorn' by Martin Day Long is the journey that starts in the cradle. Dull is the lustre of life that is spoiled Slowly we struggle to build that of value, Just as we labour the garden we soiled. Generations share it seems The same mistakes, the same dreams. One man dies, another born, Both try to ride the unicorn. Poor is the soul in the city of progress. Rich the illusion of mankind’s advance. More the distractions for us than forefathers. Lessons of history traded for chance. Mocked is the book that defines human purpose. As was the rejected the one who inspired. Left on the platform, if missed the connection Wait in the cold ‘til the ticket’s expired. © M Day 07-Dec-1993
Long is the journey that starts in the cradle. Dull is the lustre of life that is spoiled Slowly we struggle to build that of value, Just as we labour the garden we soiled. Generations share it seems The same mistakes, the same dreams. One man dies, another born, Both try to ride the unicorn. Poor is the soul in the city of progress. Rich the illusion of mankind’s advance. More the distractions for us than forefathers. Lessons of history traded for chance. Mocked is the book that defines human purpose. As was the rejected the one who inspired. Left on the platform, if missed the connection Wait in the cold ‘til the ticket’s expired.
Long is the journey that starts in the cradle. Dull is the lustre of life that is spoiled Slowly we struggle to build that of value, Just as we labour the garden we soiled.
Generations share it seems The same mistakes, the same dreams. One man dies, another born, Both try to ride the unicorn.
Poor is the soul in the city of progress. Rich the illusion of mankind’s advance. More the distractions for us than forefathers. Lessons of history traded for chance.
Mocked is the book that defines human purpose. As was the rejected the one who inspired. Left on the platform, if missed the connection Wait in the cold ‘til the ticket’s expired.
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