1. A Farewell to kings.
When they turn the pages of history, when these days have passed long ago, will they read of us with sadness for the seeds that we let grow. We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance, eyes cast down on the path of least resistance.
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies. Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes. Scheming demons, dressed in kingly guise, beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise.
The hypocrites are slandering the sacred halls of truth, ancient nobles showering their bitterness on youth. Can't we find the minds that made us strong, can't we learn to feel what's right and wrong.
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies. Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes. Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise, beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise. Can't we raise our eyes and make a start. Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart.
2. Xanadu.
To seek the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice, to break my fast on honey dew and drink the milk of paradise. I had heard the whispered tales of immortality, the deepest mystery from an ancient book. I took a clue, I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown, time and man alone searching for the lost Xanadu, Xanadu.
To stand within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan, to taste anew the fruits of life, the last immortal man, to find the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice. Oh, I will dine on honey dew and drink the milk of paradise.
A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by, stars stopped in the sky. Frozen in an everlasting view, waiting for the world to end, weary of the night, praying for the light, prison of the lost Xanadu, Xanadu.
Held within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan, to taste my bitter triumph as a mad immortal man. Nevermore shall I return, escape these caves of ice. For I have dined on honey dew and drunk the milk of paradise.
3. Closer to the heart.
And the men who hold high places must be the ones to start to mould a new reality closer to the heart, closer to the heart. The blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art, forge their creativity closer to the heart, closer to the heart.
Philosophers and ploughmen, each must know his part to sow a new mentality closer to the heart, closer to the heart. You can be the captain, I will draw the chart, sailing into destiny closer to the heart, closer to the heart, closer to the heart, closer to the heart...
4. Cinderella man.
A modest man from Mandrake travelled rich to the city. He had a need to discover a use for his newly-found wealth. Because he was human, because he had goodness, because he was moral they called him insane. Delusions of grandeur, visions of splendor, a manic depressive, he walks in the rain.
Eyes wide open, heart undefended, innocence untarnished. Cinderella man, doing what you can, they can't understand what it means. Cinderella man, hang on to your plans, try as they might, they cannot steal your dreams.
In the betrayal of his love he awakened to face a world of cold reality and a look in the eyes of the hungry awakened him to what he could do. He held up his riches to challenge the hungry purposeful motion for one so insane. They tried to fight him, just couldn't beat him, this manic depressive who walks in the rain.
Cinderella man, doing what you can, they can't understand what it means. Cinderella man, hang on to your plans, try as they might, they cannot steal your dreams.
5. Madrigal.
When the dragons grow too mighty to slay with pen or sword, I grow weary of the battle and the storm I walk toward. When all around is madness and there's no safe port in view, I long to turn my path homeward to stop awhile with you.
When life becomes so barren and as cold as winter skies, there's a beacon in the darkness in a distant pair of eyes. In vain to search for order and in vain to search for truth, but these things can still be given your love has shown me proof.
6. Cygnus X-1.
In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force, the Black Hole of Cygnus X-1. Six stars of the Northern Cross, in mourning for their sister's loss, in a final flash of glory, nevermore to grace the night.
Invisible to telescopic eye, Infinity, the star that would not die. All who dare to cross her course are swallowed by a fearsome force. Through the void to be destroyed or is there something more? Atomized, at the core, or through the Astral Door, to soar.
I set a course just east of Lyra and northwest of Pegasus, flew into the light of Deneb, sailed across the Milky Way. On my ship, the 'Rocinante', wheeling through the galaxies, headed for the heart of Cygnus, headlong into mystery. The x-ray is her siren song, my ship cannot resist her long. Nearer to my deadly goal, until the Black Hole gains control.
Spinning, whirling, still descending like a spiral sea, unending. Sound and fury drowns my heart, every nerve is torn apart.
When they turn the pages of history, when these days have passed long ago, will they read of us with sadness for the seeds that we let grow. We turned our gaze from the castles in the distance, eyes cast down on the path of least resistance.
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies. Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes. Scheming demons, dressed in kingly guise, beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise.
The hypocrites are slandering the sacred halls of truth, ancient nobles showering their bitterness on youth. Can't we find the minds that made us strong, can't we learn to feel what's right and wrong.
Cities full of hatred, fear and lies. Withered hearts and cruel, tormented eyes. Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise, beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise. Can't we raise our eyes and make a start. Can't we find the minds to lead us closer to the heart.
2. Xanadu.
To seek the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice, to break my fast on honey dew and drink the milk of paradise. I had heard the whispered tales of immortality, the deepest mystery from an ancient book. I took a clue, I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown, time and man alone searching for the lost Xanadu, Xanadu.
To stand within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan, to taste anew the fruits of life, the last immortal man, to find the sacred river Alph, to walk the caves of ice. Oh, I will dine on honey dew and drink the milk of paradise.
A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by, stars stopped in the sky. Frozen in an everlasting view, waiting for the world to end, weary of the night, praying for the light, prison of the lost Xanadu, Xanadu.
Held within The Pleasure Dome, decreed by Kubla Khan, to taste my bitter triumph as a mad immortal man. Nevermore shall I return, escape these caves of ice. For I have dined on honey dew and drunk the milk of paradise.
3. Closer to the heart.
And the men who hold high places must be the ones to start to mould a new reality closer to the heart, closer to the heart. The blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art, forge their creativity closer to the heart, closer to the heart.
Philosophers and ploughmen, each must know his part to sow a new mentality closer to the heart, closer to the heart. You can be the captain, I will draw the chart, sailing into destiny closer to the heart, closer to the heart, closer to the heart, closer to the heart...
4. Cinderella man.
A modest man from Mandrake travelled rich to the city. He had a need to discover a use for his newly-found wealth. Because he was human, because he had goodness, because he was moral they called him insane. Delusions of grandeur, visions of splendor, a manic depressive, he walks in the rain.
Eyes wide open, heart undefended, innocence untarnished. Cinderella man, doing what you can, they can't understand what it means. Cinderella man, hang on to your plans, try as they might, they cannot steal your dreams.
In the betrayal of his love he awakened to face a world of cold reality and a look in the eyes of the hungry awakened him to what he could do. He held up his riches to challenge the hungry purposeful motion for one so insane. They tried to fight him, just couldn't beat him, this manic depressive who walks in the rain.
Cinderella man, doing what you can, they can't understand what it means. Cinderella man, hang on to your plans, try as they might, they cannot steal your dreams.
5. Madrigal.
When the dragons grow too mighty to slay with pen or sword, I grow weary of the battle and the storm I walk toward. When all around is madness and there's no safe port in view, I long to turn my path homeward to stop awhile with you.
When life becomes so barren and as cold as winter skies, there's a beacon in the darkness in a distant pair of eyes. In vain to search for order and in vain to search for truth, but these things can still be given your love has shown me proof.
6. Cygnus X-1.
In the constellation of Cygnus, there lurks a mysterious, invisible force, the Black Hole of Cygnus X-1. Six stars of the Northern Cross, in mourning for their sister's loss, in a final flash of glory, nevermore to grace the night.
Invisible to telescopic eye, Infinity, the star that would not die. All who dare to cross her course are swallowed by a fearsome force. Through the void to be destroyed or is there something more? Atomized, at the core, or through the Astral Door, to soar.
I set a course just east of Lyra and northwest of Pegasus, flew into the light of Deneb, sailed across the Milky Way. On my ship, the 'Rocinante', wheeling through the galaxies, headed for the heart of Cygnus, headlong into mystery. The x-ray is her siren song, my ship cannot resist her long. Nearer to my deadly goal, until the Black Hole gains control.
Spinning, whirling, still descending like a spiral sea, unending. Sound and fury drowns my heart, every nerve is torn apart.
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Año: 1977.
Procedencia de la banda: Toronto (Ontario), Canadá.
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