Gulliver/It's Hay Chewed
Elton John Lyrics


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Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master
His watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughter
And the seasons can change all the light from the grey to the dim
But the light in his eyes will see no more so bright
As the sheep that he locked in the pen

There's four feet of ground in front of the barn
That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there

By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember
And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger
For sentiment touched him as Cyclamen holds him
And later men came from the town
Who said, clear the child this won't take a while
And Gulliver's gone with the dawn

There's four feet of ground in front of the barn
That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there
Four feet of ground in front of the barn
Sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
Now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there

I looked high, saw the empty sky
If I could only, could only fly

Come to Val-hala seek and you will find

Down on Western Ford Gateway
That's a place where the dead say
That a man lives no more
Than his fair share of days
Down on Western Ford Gateway

And I don't wanna be
The son of any freak
Who for a chocolate center
Can take you off the street
For soon they'll plough the desert
And God knows where I'll be

If it's not the same as now
It's the same as yesterday
Yes lady, what's tomorrow
Will it be the same as now

The black lace curtains brought you near
From out the plate glass window
Oh, how high the scaffold grows
The plant life of your window

For just a skyline pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting for the day
He can spread his wings




And fly away again
Fly away, skyline pigeon

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Elton John's song "Gulliver/It's Hay Chewed" tell a poignant story of loss and memory. The song begins by describing Gulliver, who has passed away at the command of his master. Gulliver's joyful laughter had once filled the hills, but now his light has faded. The reference to the sheep locked in the pen symbolizes his confinement and departure from this world.


The lyrics then shift to a description of Gulliver's life, which was like a stage. As he aged, he became less hostile towards strangers and more sentimental. Cyclamen, a type of flower known for its deep sentimentality, is mentioned, suggesting that Gulliver became more emotional as he grew older. People from town came and took him away at dawn, implying that he has passed away.


The chorus repeats the image of four feet of ground in front of the barn, representing Gulliver's final resting place on the farm. It is empty and cold now, but his memory remains. The second verse ends with the desire to fly and escape the emptiness felt after Gulliver's departure.


The following section brings a change of tone, introducing the idea of Val-hala, a place of finding and seeking. The lyrics mention Western Ford Gateway, where the dead say that a person's life is no more than their allotted days. It reflects on the fleeting nature of life and the uncertainty of the future.


The song then shifts again to a more personal reflection. The lyrics express a desire not to be associated with someone who would trade their integrity for a mere chocolate center. The line about ploughing the desert and the uncertainty of where the singer will be refers to the ever-changing and unpredictable nature of life.


The final lines bring the focus back to the present moment. The singer contemplates whether tomorrow will be the same as the present or yesterday. The black lace curtains symbolize the passage of time and its closeness to the singer. The lyrics end by evoking the image of a skyline pigeon, representing freedom and the longing to fly away.


Overall, "Gulliver/It's Hay Chewed" is a multifaceted song that explores themes of loss, memory, mortality, and the desire for escape.


Line by Line Meaning

Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master
Gulliver has passed away and gone to the afterlife at the request of his master


His watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughter
His tears of joy had spread happiness throughout the surroundings


And the seasons can change all the light from the grey to the dim
The passing of time can dim the brightness and vibrancy of life


But the light in his eyes will see no more so bright
However, Gulliver's inner light and spirit will no longer shine as brightly


As the sheep that he locked in the pen
Similar to the sheep he used to take care of, Gulliver's freedom and joy have been confined


There's four feet of ground in front of the barn
In front of the barn, there is a small plot of land where Gulliver is buried


That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm
This plot of land has been exposed to the sun and rain, and is an integral part of the farm


But now it lies empty, so cold and so bare
However, now it remains vacant, devoid of life, and filled with emptiness


Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there
Although Gulliver is no longer present, his memory remains in that place


By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember
As I recall, Gulliver approached life as if it were a performance, constantly moving forward


And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger
As he grew older, he became less inclined to show his vulnerability to unfamiliar people


For sentiment touched him as Cyclamen holds him
Deep emotions had a profound impact on him, similar to how a delicate flower holds someone's attention


And later men came from the town
Not long after, individuals from the town arrived


Who said, clear the child this won't take a while
They instructed others to move aside quickly, as this would not require much time or effort


And Gulliver's gone with the dawn
And so, Gulliver departed at daybreak


I looked high, saw the empty sky
As I looked up, I observed the vast and vacant sky


If I could only, could only fly
If only I had the ability to soar through the air


Come to Val-hala seek and you will find
If you come to Valhalla and search, you will discover


Down on Western Ford Gateway
In a specific location called Western Ford Gateway


That's a place where the dead say
That is a place where the deceased claim


That a man lives no more
That a person's life eventually comes to an end


Than his fair share of days
All one can expect is their allotted number of days on Earth


And I don't wanna be
Personally, I do not wish to become


The son of any freak
The offspring of an eccentric or unusual person


Who for a chocolate center
Someone who, in exchange for a simple treat,


Can take you off the street
Can remove you from a difficult or precarious situation


For soon they'll plough the desert
Because in the near future, they will cultivate an uncultivable land


And God knows where I'll be
And it is uncertain where I will end up


If it's not the same as now
If the future is not similar to the present


It's the same as yesterday
Then it will be identical to the past


Yes lady, what's tomorrow
My dear lady, what does the future hold?


Will it be the same as now
Will it resemble the present?


The black lace curtains brought you near
The dark and delicate curtains drew you closer


From out the plate glass window
From beyond the transparent window


Oh, how high the scaffold grows
Oh, the immense height of the structure increases


The plant life of your window
The vegetation outside your window


For just a skyline pigeon
Only a pigeon perched on a city skyline


Dreaming of the open
Yearning for freedom and vastness


Waiting for the day
Anticipating the arrival of the day


He can spread his wings
When he can extend his wings


And fly away again
And once again soar through the air




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Elton John, Bernie Taupin

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Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

not like todays crap

Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

Even at 56 years old, this music still sounds so good to me, how music should sound.....