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          Welcome to the land of 
          love, blood, milk and honey

I will begin with the four words; love, blood, milk 
and honey. Now I'll paraphrase; milk and honey, and as 
such, considered it to be 'zealously overused.' Love, I
would consider it as palatably associated with milk and
honey, jointly or separately, and stands alone on its own 
merits. Blood, on the other hand, is the odd one out. Not
applicable on the average scale to the other words. With
that said; 

          Blood

it's the tune that looms its commune.

          You wanna get saved 
          and we won't have pity for you

The line is highly subjective and could be arguably 
an objective yet the words are emotionally fragmented.

          yourself on the vine 
          sure ain't funny

Sellin' yourself/./period, it depends who's buyin', 
and if there be a vine, be certain there's no noose 
at the end; vines attract monkey business.

          I know what your crave and 
          the things that you would do

The rest aligns closely with that Chartreuse paper 
thing. The one they call, 'legal tender,' why? Did 
that overpriced restaurant burn my steak illegally?

          If it's all you're waiting for
          It's all behind the door
          You have to erase your fear
          It come and it go
          And you will disappear
          Now you're down below

          Don't bow down on the ground 
          to the God of money
          Do you want to put yourself on 
          the mound of sure fire greed
          Don't bow down on the ground 
          to the God of money
          You don't understand that you get, 
          you get what you need

Glenn Hughes is informing fellow artisans that the
road is paved in gold one will have to break sweat 
because the journey that Legal Tender is going to 
be made is beyond the studio doors, and a slew 
of Live Performances are going to be made in the 
shadows beyond the studio, be a travelin band and 
making with the jingle--the pocket sort of jingling.

          Welcome to th? land of gold, 
          it lies on the table
          Ain't it a justifi?d thing 
          that it's looking at you
          Gonna burn gasoline, 
          going to fly, fly if you're able
          Ain't it a magical thing, 
          now what you gonna do?

          If it's all you're waiting for
          It's all behind the door


There is a unique art in repetitiveness, where it is 
easily mistaken, or, misconstrued as an artist's way
of painting or emphasizing a certain point of a song
about the way life is, when in fact, it is about the 
woes of the music industry in general. This is, Glenn 
Hughes, views of the music industry, when you're 
behind closed doors, in a lighted studio, and tapes 
spinning on walls, and just before you sound off your 
first note, Mr. Legal Tender, waltzes in, and there are 
dotted lines left and write, and of course, Glenn gets
the part of the contract that's unreadable. Glenn is 
informing other artists to prepare themselves for a 
possible disappointment sort of journey.
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