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I find it to be certainly impressive, even I don't so well understand what it's about.
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'Untitled' (yes, that's the name of it) by Atmos Don’t stretch your hand For the Use of Carnal Knowledge, For small fleeting moments As if you had a choice Go, your time is now I reflect ‘Now is time, though all together strange, yet how must I make sense of this madness?’ Anew! You start again Back again, drowning for air, you come crawling to your bed Even now you are not lost Now, In Tandem Together My light, still mundane, can I recall, A simpler lifeline? A lifetime of moments! The time is back, with it’s parallel minds Searching for a reason, to come back from my limbo Too Far, Too Soon I stand stripped, before creation, akimbo! Onward we march! I can not be taken, I can not be slave And although the master beats us He never tells us, how we should behave Eagles flying Summer Crying Sunshine the Tears Away To grip, an anesthetic anger! Which reflects Again, an arduous anchor! Back again, you turn around Feeling, You kiss the ground If I could go back again, to savor those moments A small fleeting feeling Of moonshining madness! Once more, Time I reflect ‘Now is time, though all together strange, yet how must I make sense of this gladness?’ |
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
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I haven't reckoned that so many of you, guys, are so good at poetry.
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^I'm named after a Poet, its in my blood
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
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I hope this all fits in a singular message! As far as I know, there is no limit to how long of a message one can send.
'Delicate Hush' is a planned project by me, to be a 2-Hour long, 46 Part (as of where it stands currently) Suite. I've removed the section headers for reading convenience. It details the rise and fall of a Kingdom called 'Providence' and it's war against a kingdom called 'Chelsea'. While it meanders a bit in some places lyrically (and vast rises and dips in quality), there is a long story here, one of Love, Loss, and Lords. Without further ado, here is the overly long and complex story of Elif and The Lighthouse Keeper. Delicate Hush - Lyrics / Poem (Unfinished) Like a book, you must close a chapter to keep moving forward I can see so clearly, how it could’ve happened How our memories could be easily corrupted And twisted into something they’re not But why do we let it happen? It’s not by choice Let there be Light Let there be Land Let the earth bring forth grass and tree according to its kind Let there be signs and season, stars and years and millennia Let there be waters about with life, and birds across the sky Let there be living creature each according to their kind Let there be man in our image…. Ah… very good There is a light coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like to be alone There is a child who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And I remember, a deafening, delicate hush There is a darkness peering at the distant lighthouses on the shore And I remember, what it felt like to be the light There is a man who knows what it feels like to be crushed And I remember a deafening, delicate hush When man discovered fire, he breathed it into all Now the time has come to build a home down by the lake Across from the forests and into the wall The Kingdom Rises in this magical land Now the world had begun to rise Although the world was marred by brokenness But there was beauty in it, like the sea The sea was quiet, as no storm raged Quiet and Tranquil, a surface atop an infinite depth Topographic and ever drifting A Whale surfaces and with a puff, Sinks again, to soar beneath the waves There was beauty elsewhere, like the lake The lake which they christened Oceanus Son of Earth and Sky Rejoice! It’s time to marry your sister Oh Father of the River, here our call Oh Titan son, Oh great River The Dawn of Man has arrived They sailed on great ships, And passed through your waters to Newfound lands Tethys calls, time to come home Poseidon wishes you goodnight as another evening falls The Oceanids awake from their slumber Amidst their topographic oceans Your three thousand children have awoken The lakes are your children The streams are you children World Egg Child Father of Hell Rivers Rider of Winged Steed Encircling the World First it started with a single man, whom has long since died He built a city around a mountainside The citizens took up hammers and saw, and took them with pride As the city grew, so did the wealth And so Providence was built There is a king who rules our land. Wise and rich, in his lofty castle All us peasants are under his command The hung up carpets are hanging with tassels The rats came carrying ticks and fleas Doctors and physicians, millions dead Who can stop this bubonic disease? It’s catching it, that all of us dread Knights in armor, longbows and swords Castles and horses, Queens and Kings Dukes, Peasants, Farmers and Lord Dirty water, I wish we had fresh springs. There is a king who is above all He rules with either generosity or hate The peasants are under him, small And all of them are protects by that mighty gate The knight protects the kingdom at and cost They charge into battle with armor, shield, and sword The thing that they can’t fight against is the frost Their main mission is to protect the lord The peasants are their to supply the king And to supply themselves with But the king needs to accept whatever they bring Believing all of these false medieval myths. Princess, queen, priest, servants They’re all important too But they live under his majesty as an observant They complete the town and the medieval crew My house roof leaks it needs more straw My cows and chickens have been fed My children are playing in the yard My wife is in the kitchen making dinner Bread and Butter, soup and beans Children laughing, the blacksmith crafts The King he ruleth from his chair The Queen and Princess by his side The jester juggles ‘round the stones The halls are lined with carpeted floor Bread and Jam, gruel and beans Children laughing, the potter’s wheel We must escape this plague of black We all have had our struggles once We all subject to the rulers We all must pay our taxes A King began to reign and all was well, for it continued many a generation But the everdying enemy couldn’t stand it For they had their own ideologies, for their own nation For it all changed as they rode in Citizens of Providence! Your savior is here! Your fiery leaves have not been trampled upon Your King has fallen, let Meurglys play a marching tune! Sacrilege and mutiny Betrayal needed Scrutiny You shall never have this kingdom, Over my dead body! ‘Well yes’ the riders said, ‘that’s the idea!’ His funeral pyre burns tonight Light eternal fire, and set it aglow His body shall rest forever in still light The Ancient beings bathe as river overflow Spilling into our cups we dine So! The Chef shall cook As the table shall look Into his forgone eyes The King has died, his eyes drifting into eternity The neighbor and enemy join arms To watch the King drift away How could this have happened? On a stone hearted mountain bleak The lighthouse keeper sat Staring across the topographic waves And the stars across an empty black The sunken mastheads of ships gone down Sit beneath the rolling waves The figureheads of a guardian angel shimmer And watch over the watery graves The light shone at his back, surveying the deep Silence among a raging storm Lighting quivers and Thunder shakes the sky Alone, I stare, a void without form The Lighthouse Keeper saw it all The Arrows falling, and fire burning Eagles soaring and water churning Land is Dry, My night sky Going Crazy, Going Crazy Going Crazy, Going Crazy! There! In the Trees! THE ARMY ADVANCES! Hi-Ho, TO BATTLE WE GO WIth Spear and Sword And Blood and Gore To Victory! To Chelsea! No, Providence shall Prevail! Victory Belongs to US! Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight! I see a battle, here in my tower And It concerns me not, and it makes me wonder In a battle between the pen and the sword Who would prevail? There is a single bloody tear trickling down across the sky And I remember, what it felt like to die There is a woman whom I love, whom I haven’t seen, and can’t be rushed And I remember a deafening, delicate hush Hi-Ho, TO BATTLE WE WENT With Spear and Sword With Blood and Gore To an Honorable Death! FOR CHELSEA (Chanting) ‘Providence! Providence!’ Citizens of Providence! VICTORY!! Princess Elif will now make a decree! Now is the time to sound the trumpets with jubilee! Princess? PRINCESS?! Wanted, Wanted, The Princess has gone! The attack was a distraction And now is the time for action Time to make for the horizon Towards celestial Orion As I watch the land beyond this post I see nothing but the deep old moat As a knight I guard the throne With a sword in hand and spirit in my heart I must keep my eye sharp As a knight must always do King and family are the only things I live for If they die because of my mistake Then I shall die too The army searching for their queen peered over the hedges Across the ponds and under the trestles She was nowhere to be found And for fearing, she had drowned The King wept for his daughter As the army continued to call her… ‘Hello my Queen’ the lighthouse keeper spoke ‘Jacques!’ the fair lady croaked “You’re here in my arms again” “It’s been a long time since we’ve touched” “Too Long” “The War Rages on My Dear” “Do they know about… us?” “I can feel them drawing Near” “Impossible” Now Providence Elif could not be found Perhaps she'd killed herself Or perhaps she'd drowned Either way, The people wept for her passing The Lighthouse Keeper and his wife lived a long and happy life Drifting consciously through life’s many waves Around and around through time they dove The duo danced down through the years Never knowing if they’d be found Through the laughter and the tears Alone, together, safe and sound As they held that gaze forever as the Lighthouse keeper went into a trance… There I lay asleep and dozing Dreaming of the most wonderful time Of what I wished would come true And it’s strange, one could say As if our dance was just memories from an imaginary dream You and I we could’ve danced forever Under the pale moonlight With leaves tickled by the breeze For my arms I held an angel It didn’t seem quite right Imaginary Visions of Johanna In a sparkling golden dress Our eyes locked and we held Sweet caresses waltz across my slumber In my memories from an imaginary dream So in the confines of my memories And in the sweetness of my sleep There we danced in an empty ballroom To no one but our own In that forsaken garden I was left alone with myself My mind wandering I got up in a trance In my mind’s eye, we were still dancing And we would forever, if it was real And when I awoke The memories were still there For in my mind, they were real And there would they stay As Memories from an Imaginary Dream Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here Seasons are passing by quicker, and then winter Winter freezes all and time With a cold misty morning you could feel the breath of the air Only he could make the seasons rhyme Spring is here, un-thawing the world The rime of the seasons marches forwards into the night The beats the earth and scares the cold Summer heat has come raining down Across the kingdoms and the armies are at a standstill Death and Drought across kingdoms and towns Fall has arrived so have the chills Autumn leaves are falling, summer’s dregs are calling The rime of the seasons marches across the hills I’m sitting on the edge of a river bank Waiting for my time to come It might not come quickly But like the river, it will be here Eventually Eastern Number are counting out time As the pyramid steps beckon Time to come home, for love is not all it’s cracked up to be For troubles had arisen beneath Cobalt skies I know Yes, I know I should treat you better Although, yes Although I don’t really care to do better And yes, I know I should And though, i try to be good I really don’t care, do i? Up and Up my ladder Dancing around my ladder I really don’t care about you, do it Perhaps on a rare occasion, or in a bit But certainly not now You know… in all my years at this lighthouse I’ve never begun to think quite as hard as I have now.. I feel alive And ha ha ha… angry! You spend all your time with an iron bell Cracked and Faded like your mask Which drips onto your broken family’s floor Oh men of the hook slave away for the boss All you do is stress about the broken backs And what your friends think about you, So You push me away as if I were a slobbering beast Disgusted at the very thought of me Shaping and scraping the homes as if it were your own No time for the thought of me, you’d rather die alone I’m sure it’s nothing personal, but it feels this way You make me a silent creep, and compared to the others, mm, passé You slave for the Boss as if she were your god A piercing shadow and a lightning rod That you must cling to to be spared But it’s really a made up dream Master of the Image and dancing grace The sunlight ripples on your golden face If only you’d see But you’re just obsessed Your priorities lie with no man except your own Who will wear your crown? And the lighthouse keeper slaves away for the Boss The Boss seems to be all you know Do you see me? Can you see me? For are we not loosely related? Does the Boss return your feelings of love and kindness? Does She look at you with the same twinkle in her eye? I don’t think so (this next bit is about a dog btw, the children's dog comforting them) His eyes are like a piercing sea Vast, Endless and Tranquil A friendly wet nose, that nudges you awake Running fast with toes of three Food, Water, always Thankful A Man’s best friend, always killing snakes The Canines are on the field Barking at the squirrels White bone shines through sunken lips At the smell of meat, their tails are whipped And though, they speak not verbal Their true intentions are revealed A Long companion, black and white I thought he’d be with me always Unfortunately, Time had other plans I wish he’d come back to the light To bounce the ball through long hallways For him to lick his slobbery tongue on my hand Elif and the Keeper drifted through the years and what for? Wise and Old, Lovers once more Yet Foolish Elif had developed a deadly disease No cure could be found and there was nothing to ease The pain Their children held their mothers hand as she spoke Words that no child could ever forget as her spirit broke Forever She said ‘Son, don’t take the easy path, it might look good But the road less traveled, the hard path, that’s the right path For it leads to Glory” As there was a Hole in the Wall There was a hole in our hearts Many Letter on a mail hook Weeks of studies alone Dead philosophers, olden books Aged theories, old bones, creaking at the seams I knew a man who studied such Those old assumptions of old Those powerful pages written Were nothing but utter garbage meant to be discarded Yellowed pages crinkling beneath his shaking This book was musty and ancient, like he Of course, not all books were this way His eyes raced slowly across the page, his mind barely keeping up study, reanimate, revive A horrible monster, mistake Grave Digging, tearing, alive The Dawn of a New Age, and the dying of an old one Frankenstein broken, horrified A modern Prometheus Brought low by his own failure A secret kept forever, along, in solitude, hungry On soft gray mornings, grave bell rings The empty pupils of a wife and mother Lay rotting 6 feet under The Child weeps and the preacher speaks About the mother whom they all loved So poignantly, and with grace The Cleric closes the Word As family straggles Some Weep Some tell stories Some stand there, not believing it’s real A lone figure stood leaning against a tree Overlooking the roadway with a single bloody tear Trickling down his cheek as no one quells the fear He turns around and glances back at Rachel weeping Her poised hand lifted heavenwards And he thought to himself ‘Does it really have to be this way?” The solemnity of the evening wore on As they slept And in the morning, there were no presents Only lack of one The service in the evening lay low You could cut the sorrow with a knife The pope read the story of one who came long ago To forgive us of our sins, and save us But did he save the mother? Did he save the wife? And in the lot of a nearby steeple A solemn family weeps As they remember The Graveyard in the Snow The Kingdoms had long since died A Withered man sat alone on the brink He was staring off into space Hating Life and Death’s Divide Ah, but what good is it to think With the sea air on your face? He looked around the edge No one left to hear the scream He smiled, for once For the First time since his wife He stared at the ocean He saw it coming closer There is an angel coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like, a deadly splash There is a dreamer who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And I remember, a deafening, delicate hush I’ve made my friends among the dead Where waves as thin as tissue lap onto the shore The wandering ghosts of those who pass Have nothing left but to weep for those who have yet to come We look up above us, and see clouds of acid Raining down like molten iron onto our acrid flesh with flame We sit here wondering what it was like to love Those who thought they’d never die, fly like Peter Pan to the grave Where Captain Hook awaits them at the slaughterhouse The Maelstrom of our memories sink beneath those waves Where iron fish and Aqualung feast on the haggards that weep And if I return, would you still love me Or would you forget quicker than my tears can fall? The end does not come quickly As we are drifting here alone The officer with open casket The frozen child with no home Are all waiting for a release That does not come, and it won’t For the Crashing Sea and Officer are all onboard As the Titanic sinks into our memories again As the piano plays a sad tune, Juliet Loses her Romeo And If we return, would you still love us? Or would you forget faster than our tears can fall? The Children's Choir are up at Cathedral's Hall As we grope the walls of our cage that closes in quicker We harmonize the losses as our flower quickly wilts Our voices are one, we are the dead whom wish for Stardust To return so that we may have a feast on his eternal glow As our ghostly choir sings and rises from far below Those whom miss us wish we had made the final thrust Our names and impacts are fading, we are racked with endless guilt He Whom created us has given life to those whom are believers But those who have fallen short are trapped within our fiery shell Up above the lamb breaks the seal, as seven churches are merged into one The Alpha and Omega, who is and was and is to come churns the moon to blood He holds the keys to Hades, as deathly hallows blow into our minds and souls As the sea turns crystal, the rainbow emeralds circle the room and his throne Like the four creatures who see all, the twenty four fall on their face As the lamb who was slain reigns over those whom had faith As death by apocalyptic steed rushes over, the angels and Peter transcribe He who makes the stars fall, the sackcloth sun turns a molten black In the end we are all equal hiding in caves from the devil himself As one hundred and forty four thousand are taking up from the tribes The seventh seal was opened and all was quiet, while the earth still shook Then the trumpets sound one by one, as he in whom we did not believe with face like the sun Casts down the prince of darkness into where we lay Cast him into a lake of fire, into the infernal bay We in our mindless rage Scream as he is cast down with us to suffer for all eternity And if we return, would you still love us Or would you forget quicker than our tears can fall? Now let there be all light Now let there be all war Now let there be all fight Now let there be all roar Now let there be all peace Now let all the fighting cease Now if Oceanus took over the kingdom Then all the world’d be less of wisdom For if there is a Hole in the Wall I’d rather there be a Hole in the World And if there is a Delicate Hush I’d rather the whole world be crushed There is the Christ coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like, a deadly dash There is a dead man who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And he once remembered, a deafening, delicate hush Oceanus is making his topographic music, listen as he plays He can sing a ballad, or maybe he can play Springsong for you As the lighthouse shifts around, your heroes childhood are enthralled For a Grand Conclusion on a Minimale Scale As his children sail into the mystic On ships white as the seasons of man Traveling to an unknown land The land of panoply and wealth The sea is quiet, Tethys calls No more man, no more pain The Boss no more than a memory A memory from an imaginary dream The army has stopped searching, for the kingdoms have all died The sun eclipsed by angels of the night And the picture of the king lay rotting in the dirt And so, the lighthouse is left alone as the sea takes the sky Forever and ever Forever and ever And now, the chapter closes, as the world moves on into eternity |
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
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Another one, 'Ripples'
A message to the ever opening flower: Bloom you damn thing! A message to the overhanging trees: Weep forevermore His wide eyed missionaries march forward Carrying his message every onward Hark! Hear the sunlight caller! A message to the past present movers: Carry On A Message to those apiece and apart Listen to the fighters past His wide eyed missionaries march forward Carrying his message every onward Hark! Hear the sunlight caller! Move over Sail away, into the mystic with me Sail into Valinor Shy away, shy away with me Amused in thought Ripples expanding ever outward Never return to the sea Children are playing down with fire Crying with Jubilee Corridors collapsing all around me It’s time I was on my way To breath and hope and chase my love With evident display Sail away, into the mystic with me Sail into Valinor Hear how the ripples move on Carrying the sound of song Over hills and under rainbows All the time knowing which way the wind blows Kick it into gear Rippling across the sky, now listen here Onward, Onward, now they run Your nursery rhymes are now undone Evidence laid bare Drowning in frigid air Gasping you think you care For what? Ripples moving into the sea Sail Away, Sail Away Into Valinor Move Over! Softening Ripples bring the light Much to Diane’s delight Leaving the sun in darkness again Ripples unfolding, now begin Stand! Amidst your sunlight callers Amidst the messages of time Amidst those wide eyed missionaries Amidst those advancing messages Amidst blooming flowers and overhanging trees Hark! Hear the sunlight caller! Hark! Hear the sunlight caller! |
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time... |
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Sorry, Frets N Worries, for not commenting on Delicate Hush before, but I haven't seen it until today. I'm definitely overwhelmed, but I doubt that removing the section headers helps for the reading convenience. They would also make it easier to see the structure of the work.
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^I could post it again if you want, but with the headers
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The Wheel of Time Turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the shadow.
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Here is Delicate Hush (with headers) and while some of it (well... a LOT of it does) needs a good re-writing, I'm impressed I could write that much (the numbers were originally Roman Numerals, not sure why it changes them)
Delicate Hush - Full Album Lyrics
Like a book, you must close a chapter to keep moving forward I can see so clearly, how it could’ve happened How our memories could be easily corrupted And twisted into something they’re not But why do we let it happen? It’s not by choice
Let there be Light Let there be Land Let the earth bring forth grass and tree according to its kind Let there be signs and season, stars and years and millenia Let there be waters about with life, and birds across the sky Let there be living creature each according to their kind Let there be man in our image…. Ah… very good
There is a light coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like to be alone There is a child who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And I remember, a deafening, delicate hush There is a darkness peering at the distant lighthouses on the shore And I remember, what it felt like to be the light There is a man who knows what it feels like to be crushed And I remember a deafening, delicate hush
When man discovered fire, he breathed it into all Now the time has come to build a home down by the lake Across from the forests and into the wall The Kingdom Rises in this magical land Now the world had begun to rise Although the world was marred by brokenness But there was beauty in it, like the sea The sea was quiet, as no storm raged Quiet and Tranquil, a surface atop an infinite depth Topographic and ever drifting A Whale surfaces and with a puff, Sinks again, to soar beneath the waves There was beauty elsewhere, like the lake The lake which they christened Oceanus
Son of Earth and Sky Rejoice! It’s time to marry your sister Oh Father of the River, here our call Oh Titan son, Oh great River The Dawn of Man has arrived They sailed on great ships, And passed through your waters to newfoundlands Tethys calls, time to come home Poseidon wishes you goodnight as another evening falls The Oceanids awake from their slumber Amidst their topographic oceans Your three thousand children have awoken The lakes are your children The streams are you children World Egg Child Father of Hell Rivers Rider of Winged Steed Encircling the World
First it started with a single man, whom has long since died He built a city around a mountainside The citizens took up hammers and saw, and took them with pride As the city grew, so did the wealth And so Providence was built
Once there was a bard who had a harp. That didn’t make him a lot of money, He wanted to jest, but wasn't very funny. There is a king who rules our land. Wise and rich, in his lofty castle The hung up carpets are hanging with tassels The rats came carrying ticks and fleas Doctors and physicians, millions dead Who can stop this bubonic disease? It’s catching it, that all of us dread Knights in armor, longbows and swords Castles and horses, Queens and Kings Dukes, Peasants, Farmers and Lord Dirty water, I wish we had fresh springs.
There is a king who is above all He rules with either generosity or hate The peasants are under him, small And all of them are protects by that mighty gate The knight protects the kingdom at and cost They charge into battle with armor, shield, and sword The thing that they can’t fight against is the frost Their main mission is to protect the lord The peasants are their to supply the king And to supply themselves with But the king needs to accept whatever they bring Believing all of these false medieval myths. Princess, queen, priest, servants They’re all important too But they live under his majesty as an observant They complete the town and the medieval crew
My house roof leaks it needs more straw My cows and chickens have been fed My children are playing in the yard My wife is in the kitchen making dinner Bread and Butter, soup and beans Children laughing, the blacksmith crafts The King he ruleth from his chair The Queen and Princess by his side The jester juggles ‘round the stones The halls are lined with carpeted floor Bread and Jam, gruel and beans Children laughing, the potter’s wheel We must escape this plague of black We all have had our struggles once We all subject to the rulers We all must pay our taxes A King began to reign and all was well, for it continued many a generation But the everdying enemy couldn’t stand it For they had their own ideologies, for their own nation For it all changed as they rode in
Citizens of Providence! Your savior is here! Your fiery leaves have not been trampled upon Your King has fallen, let Meurglys play a marching tune!
Sacrilege and mutiny Betrayal needed Scrutiny You shall never have this kingdom, Over my dead body! ‘Well yes’ the riders said, ‘that’s the idea!’
His funeral pyre burns tonight Light eternal fire, and set it aglow His body shall rest forever in still light The Ancient beings bathe as river overflow Spilling into our cups we dine So! The Chef shall cook As the table shall look Into his forgone eyes The King has died, his eyes drifting into eternity The neighbor and enemy join arms To watch the King drift away How could this have happened?
On a stone hearted mountain bleak The lighthouse keeper sat Staring across the topographic waves And the stars across an empty black The sunken mastheads of ships gone down Sit beneath the rolling waves The figureheads of a guardian angel shimmer And watch over the watery graves The light shone at his back, surveying the deep Silence among a raging storm Lighting quivers and Thunder shakes the sky Alone, I stare, a void without form The Lighthouse Keeper saw it all The Arrows falling, and fire burning Eagles soaring and water churning Land is Dry, My night sky Going Crazy, Going Crazy Going Crazy, Going Crazy?
There! In the Trees! THE ARMY ADVANCES! Hi-Ho, TO BATTLE WE GO WIth Spear and Sword And Blood and Gore To Victory! To Chelsea! Nooooooo, Providence shall Prevail! Victory Belongs to US! Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight! I see a battle, here in my tower And It concerns me not, and it makes me wonder In a battle between the pen and the sword Who would prevail?
There is a single bloody tear trickling down across the sky And I remember, what it felt like to die There is a woman whom I love, whom I haven’t seen, and can’t be rushed And I remember a deafening, delicate hush
Hi-Ho, TO BATTLE WE WENT With Spear and Sword With Blood and Gore To an Honorable Death! FOR CHELSEA (Chanting) ‘Providence! Providence!’ Citizens of Providence! VICTORY
Princess Elif will now make a decree! Now is the time to sound the trumpets with jubilee! Princess? PRINCESS?! Wanted, Wanted, The Princess has gone! The attack was a distraction And now is the time for action Time to make for the horizon Towards celestial Orion
As I watch the land beyond this post I see nothing but the deep old moat As a knight I guard the throne With a sword in hand and spirit in my heart I must keep my eye sharp As a knight must always do King and family are the only things I live for If they die because of my mistake Then I shall die too
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The army searching for their queen peered over the hedges Across the ponds and under the trestles She was nowhere to be found And for fearing, she had drowned The King wept for his daughter As the army continued to caaaaallllll her…
‘Hello my Queen’ the lighthouse keeper spoke ‘Jacques!’ the fair lady croaked “You’re here in my arms again” “It’s been a long time since we’ve touched” “Too Long” “The War Rages on My Dear” “Do they know about… us?” “I can feel them drawing Near” “Impossible”
Now Providence Elif could not be found Perhaps she had killed herself Or perhaps she had drowned Either way, The people wept for her passing
The Lighthouse Keeper and his wife lived a long and happy life Drifting consciously through life’s many waves Around and around through time they dove
The duo danced down through the years Never knowing if they’d be found Through the laughter and the tears Alone, together, safe and sound As they held that gaze forever as the Lighthouse keeper went into a trance…
There I lay asleep and dozing Dreaming of the most wonderful time Of what I wished would come true And it’s strange, one might say As if our dance was just memories from an imaginary dream You and I we could’ve danced forever Under the pale moonlight With leaves tickled by the breeze For my arms I held an angel It didn’t seem quite right Imaginary Visions of Johanna In a sparkling golden dress Our eyes locked and we held Sweet caresses waltz across my slumber In my memories from an imaginary dream So in the confines of my memories And in the sweetness of my sleep There we danced in an empty ballroom To no one but our own In that forsaken garden I was left alone with myself My mind wandering I got up in a trance In my mind’s eye, we were still dancing And we would forever, if it was real And when I awoke The memories were still there For in my mind, they were real And there would they stay As Memories from an Imaginary Dream
Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here Dear, Near, Fear, Here
Seasons are passing by quicker, and then winter Winter freezes all and time With a cold misty morning you could feel the breath of the air Only he could make the seasons rhyme Spring is here, unthawing the world The rime of the seasons marches forwards into the night The beats the earth and scares the cold Summer heat has come raining down Across the kingdoms and the armies are at a standstill Death and Drought across kingdoms and towns Fall has arrived so have the chills Autumn leaves are falling, summer’s dregs are calling The rime of the seasons marches across the hills
I’m sitting on the edge of a river bank Waiting for my time to come It might not come quickly But like the river, it will be here Eventually Eastern Number are counting out time As the pyramid steps beckon Time to come home, for love is not all it’s cracked up to be For troubles had arisen beneath Cobalt skies
I know Yes, I know I should treat you better Although, yes Although I don’t really care to do better And yes, I know I should And though, i try to be good I really don’t care, do i? Up and Up my ladder Dancing around my ladder I really don’t care about you, do it Perhaps on a rare occasion, or in a bit But certainly not now
You know… in all my years at this lighthouse I’ve never begun to think quite as hard as I have now.. I feel alive And ha ha ha… angry!
You spend all your time with an iron bell Cracked and Faded like your mask Which drips onto your broken family’s floor Oh men of the hook slave away for the boss All you do is stress about the broken backs And what your friends think about you, So You push me away as if I were a slobbering beast Disgusted at the very thought of me Shaping and scaping the homes as if it were your own No time for the thought of me, you’d rather die alone I’m sure it’s nothing personal, but it feels this way You make me a silent creep, and compared to the others, mm, passé You slave for the Boss as if she were your god A piercing shadow and a lightning rod That you must cling to to be spared But it’s really a made up dream Master of the Image and dancing grace The sunlight ripples on your golden face If only you’d see But you’re just obsessed Your priorities lie with no man except your own Who will wear your crown? And the lighthouse keeper slaves away for the Boss The Boss seems to be all you know Do you see me? Can you see me? For are we not loosely related? Does the Boss return your feelings of love and kindness? Does She look at you with the same twinkle in her eye? I don’t think so
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His eyes are like a piercing sea Vast, Endless and Tranquil A friendly wet nose, that nudges you awake Running fast with toes of three Food, Water, always Thankful A Man’s best friend, always killing snakes The Kanines are on the field Barking at the squirrels White bone shines through sunken lips At the smell of meat, their tails are whipped And though, they speak not verbal Their true intentions are revealed A Long companion, black and white I thought he’d be with me always Unfortunately, Time had other plans I wish he’d come back to the light To bounce the ball through long hallways For him to lick his slobbery tongue on my hand
Elif and the Keeper drifted through the years and what for? Wise and Old, Lovers once more Yet Foolish Elif had developed a deadly disease No cure could be found and there was nothing to ease The pain Their children held their mothers hand as she spoke Words that no child could ever forget as her spirit broke Forever She said ‘Son, don’t take the easy path, it might look good But the road less traveled, the hard path, that’s the right path For it leads to Glory” As there was a Hole in the Wall There was a hole in our hearts
Many Letter on a mail hook Weeks of studies alone Dead philosophers, olden books Aged theories, old bones, creaking at the seams I knew a man who studied such Those old assumptions of old Those powerful pages written Were nothing but utter garbage meant to be discarded Yellowed pages crinkling beneath his shaking This book was musty and ancient, like he Of course, not all books were this way His eyes raced slowly across the page, his mind barely keeping up study, reanimate, revive A horrible monster, mistake Grave Digging, tearing, alive The Dawn of a New Age, and the dying of an old one Frankenstein broken, horrified A modern prometheus Brought low by his own failure A secret kept forever, along, in solitude, hungry
On soft gray mornings, grave bell rings The empty pupils of a wife and mother Lay rotting 6 feet under The Child weeps and the preacher speaks About the mother whom they all loved So poignantly, and with grace The Cleric closes the Word As family straggles Some Weep Some tell stories Some stand there, not believing it’s real A lone figure stood leaning against a tree Overlooking the roadway with a single bloody tear Trickling down his cheek as no one quells the fear He turns around and glances back at Rachel weeping Her poised hand lifted heavenwards And he thought to himself ‘Does it really have to be this way?” The solemnity of the evening wore on As they slept And in the morning, there were no presents Only lack of one The service in the evening lay low You could cut the sorrow with a knife The pope read the story of one who came long ago To forgive us of our sins, and save us But did he save the mother? Did he save the wife? And in the lot of a nearby steeple A solemn family weeps As they remember The Graveyard in the Snow
The Kingdoms had long since died A Withered man sat alone on the brink He was staring off into space Hating Life and Death’s Divide Ah, but what good is it to think With the sea air on your face? He looked around the edge No one left to hear the scream He smiled, for once For the First time since his wife He stared at the ocean He saw it coming closer
There is an angel coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like, a deadly splash There is a dreamer who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And I remember, a deafening, delicate hush
I’ve made my friends among the dead Where waves as thin as tissue lap onto the shore The wandering ghosts of those who pass Have nothing left but to weep for those who have yet to come We look up above us, and see clouds of acid Raining down like molten iron onto our acrid flesh with flame We sit here wondering what it was like to love Those who thought they’d never die, fly like Peter Pan to the grave Where Captain Hook awaits them at the slaughterhouse The Maelstrom of our memories sink beneath those waves Where iron fish and Aqualung feast on the haggards that weep And if I return, would you still love me Or would you forget quicker than my tears can fall? The end does not come quickly As we are drifting here alone The officer with open casket The frozen child with no home Are all waiting for a release That does not come, and it won’t For the Crashing Sea and Officer are all onboard As the Titanic sinks into our memories again As the piano plays a sad tune, Juliet Loses her Romeo And If we return, would you still love us? Or would you forget faster than our tears can fall?
The Children's Choir are up at Carnegie Hall As we grope the walls of our cage that closes in quicker We harmonize the losses as our flower quickly wilts Our voices are one, we are the dead whom wish for Stardust To return so that we may have a feast on his eternal glow As our ghostly choir sings and rises from far below Those whom miss us wish we had made the final thrust Our names and impacts are fading, we are racked with endless guilt He Whom created us has given life to those whom are believers But those who have fallen short are trapped within our fiery shell
Up above the lamb breaks the seal, as seven churches are merged into one The Alpha and Omega, who is and was and is to come churns the moon to blood He holds the keys to Hades, as deathly hallows blow into our minds and souls As the sea turns crystal, the rainbow emeralds circle the room and his throne Like the four creatures who see all, the twenty four fall on their face As the lamb who was slain reigns over those whom had faith As death by apocalyptic steed rushes over, the angels and Peter transcribe He who makes the stars fall, the sackcloth sun turns a molten black In the end we are all equal hiding in caves from the devil himself As one hundred and forty four thousand are taking up from the tribes The seventh seal was opened and all was quiet, while the earth still shook
Then the trumpets sound one by one, as he in whom we did not believe with face like the sun Casts down the prince of darkness into where we lay Cast him into a lake of fire, into the infernal bay We in our mindless rage Scream as he is cast down with us to suffer for all eternity
And if we return, would you still love us Or would you forget quicker than our tears can fall?
Now let there be all light Now let there be all war Now let there be all fight Now let there be all roar Now let there be all peace Now let all the fighting cease Now if Oceanus took over the kingdom Then all the world’d be less of wisdom For if there is a Hole in the Wall I’d rather there be a Hole in the World And if there is a Delicate Hush I’d rather the whole world be crushed
There is the Christ coming through my window early in the dawn And I remember, what it felt like, a deadly dash There is a dead man who remember what it felt like to be out of touch And he once remembered, a deafening, delicate hush XLVIII. Grand Conclusion on a Miniscule Scale Oceanus is making his topographic music, listen as he plays He can sing a ballad, or maybe he can play Springsong for you As the lighthouse shifts around, your heroes childhood are enthralled For a Grand Conclusion on a Minimale Scale As his children sail into the mystic On ships white as the seasons of man Traveling to an unknown land The land of panoply and wealth The sea is quiet, Tethys calls No more man, no more pain The Boss no more than a memory A memory from an imaginary dream The army has stopped searching, for the kingdoms have all died The sun eclipsed by angels of the night And the picture of the king lay rotting in the dirt And so, the lighthouse is left alone as the sea takes the sky Forever and ever Forever and ever
And now, the chapter closes, as the world moves on into eternity Edited by Frets N Worries - November 27 2023 at 08:38 |
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^ very nice, thanks
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For some reasons, I can't read Delicate Hush so well right now, but I might comment it later on.
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^that'd be cool, I also posted one called 'Ripples' which is WAY shorter. Delicate Hush is just so freakishly long. I want to turn it into a 2 hour piece of music (which I have started working on!)
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Yes, I've seen "Ripples", and I have a question to Delicate Hush now, what kind of music will it be?
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^Experimental Ambiient Prog I suppose
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Some very ideological lyrics, we certainly miss so far in this thread, are these: Sex Pistols - "God Save the Queen" (excerpt) God save the queen The fascist regime They made you a moron A potential H bomb God save the queen She's not a human being and There's no future And England's dreaming Don't be told what you want Don't be told what you need There's no future No future No future for you (from the album Never Mind the Bollocks.... (1977))
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Here are some very ideological lyrics:
Mike Oldfield 'Tubular Bells Part II.' AHGHAGHHAHGHHGHAHGHHAHGHHAHGHHAHGH HEEEE HEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Preformed by Mike Oldfield
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Tjah, Mike Oldfield has never had much balls, which became very evident in the '80s.
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^I might disagree with you on that, take a look at Amarok
The Night Run: The cold is in my bones.. The dogs are all I feel Soon it’s time to go on home From my cold frozen sky, tonight The frozen waste beneath my sled Piercing, Freezing in my head The aching Weight of holy knife Barking, Coughing is my life Soon it’s time to come home From my cold frozen sky, tonight Instrumental Break Back at home would be warm Safe from you, safe from storm The dogs are crying, no man’s sky I feel I’m dying, I’m alright To the arctic, auroral tide Cold all around, I can’t hide How I want to go home From my cold frozen sky, tonight Instrumental Break C’mon lads we’ve got to run I’ve got to food our work ain’t done Northern lights forever shining While my quickened breaths grow colder Cold, freezing dogs upon my shoulder I sink into the arms of the night watch Now I need to go home From our cold frozen sky, tonight Instrumental Break Wearing a shirt and bare hands I grip the reins And though I’m near dead, I suffer the pain A canvas of darkened age couldn’t paint me. It wouldn’t be dark enough All the sun in the world couldn’t heal me It wouldn’t be warm enough Home at last I rest, the reins no more will play The sun has set, now, the close of the day Now I’ve found my home From the cold frozen sky With frozen limp hands, I cry (Alternate Final Line: With empty dead hands, I die) Edited by Frets N Worries - December 14 2023 at 18:02 |
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I was thinking more about his ideologies.
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