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Days shine love upon the world Night is buried in it's tomb And my heart is strangely stirred When you're dancing through my room
Days shine gold upon the land
Say what you will and say what you want to
High in the air, I want you to witness |
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Five thousand millions of years we know And countless words to describe Five thousand millions of tears will flow The epitaph for white man's tribe
We number the species by their names
Is this what we've learned?
In slaughterhouses we rank the nameless graves
Then one day in October life grew sad
There is still an answer
There are too many assumptions
I know it's getting harder to feign every day |
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Said the child to the aged worldly man: "Please Sir, give me a clue, I want to grow up and be just like you" Said the man (who'd forgotten who he was): "Don't disturb me today, you innocent pup, Get out of my way!"
Man, looks up from magazine:
Corpse:
Splitter splat! on the rainsoaked pavement stones
Man, turns off TV set:
Corpse:
Corpse's Dream
Corpse's Defense:
Dreams, dreams - the only thing I could offer
Cat, joins corpse in coffin:
In the supermarket sit the girls in perfect rows
Gathered in the graveyard
Cat, wearing ugly face:
Man, looks up at glass ceiling in tea parlour:
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Once a man stood, a wandering monk for sure Draped in a hood, alone upon the moor He said to us all: "Seek and you shall find" He said to us: "Go, there's wealth that's left behind"
And so we set out on this lonely quest
Grains of sand in the wind
Grains of sand in the wind
When we returned to ask our guest explain
Sands of time in the wind
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"B.A.J.S. Radio!" "B.A.J.S. Radio!"
Every time I turn it one the answer's always there
Invisible armies marching through the blue
Turn it on and I can be the ordinary man
But that's just lies the flies have planted in your head
But when I wake up tomorrow
"B.A.J.S. Radio!"
So I find myself there, sitting by the empty talk
And today I saw some broken
But I still see them standing there
Yes I still see them like before
"Well listen now my friend:
Can you dig it?
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Black satin-like bowl Spanning the world from east to west Calm, jungle is deep It goes to sleep The humid hot air cools And night becomes my guest
I could walk steeper paths
Here, where spirits dwell
Kinabalu, your power is filling me with love
Continents can crumble and die like dust
Presidents and financers rule our lives
I can see lights
I, guess I was taken by surprise
And I, never expected I would drown
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Simon, shaving in the bathroom mirror: Here, naked I stand The flesh and blood that constitutes a man So treat my body well and save my soul from ...
A sudden rush of emotions iterrupts Simon's thoughts. Images parade at a frantic pace as
he feels the floor glide away. Dizzy by vertigo he floats weightless through an everchanging
tapestry of events. Then everything stops and he finds himself on a sandy beach, dark cliffs
looming above. As the moon appears, he realizes he has been here before. This is where the
music begins.
Simon, laying down on the white sand: The Siren's Song
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Community City. Simon's house overlooks the great Paradise Square. Stone pillars
encircle the open space where the pilgrims chant to worship their God. At the center,
in a wooden ark, lie the ancient relics: The Scriptures and The Mirror of Truth.
Simon, looking out through the window: The noise from the crowd Growing louder and louder 'til it fills the air A voice, shouting loud, rumbles on and on About the faith they share Nurtured by hate And the fear it creates everywhere Condemned for all time To rule over Paradise Square
The scarecrow, thinking back:
Simon, closing the window to shut out the sound:
The scarecrow, frowning:
Simon stolls along the rainsoaked pavement stones. His home no longer seems to be the
sanctuary it was. The notion of God as his personal God now only a childish dream.
Simon, unlocking door:
Simon, hanging hat on hook:
Simon sits in front of the talk show on the TV, staring at the rain hammering against
the window. From out of the shadows behind the piano a masked figure emerges. The
Murderer slowly comes forward, one step after another. Simon, paralyzed, eventually
faints, whirling through schizoid sceneries. Body floating numb through space, the
starsslowly gliding by. Then, through layer upon layer of visions, he dimly sees The
Murderer stepping heavily nearer and nearer, reaching out, his red legions chanting in
unison. As the dark figure fills his entire field of sight, Simon notices a white glove on
The Murderer's right hand.
The Murderer, picking Simon up by his hair:
The Dualistic Duel
As the Murderer and his legions fade away Simon discovers he is walking alone on a moor.
A burned village lies before him and on the far horizon he can see the silhouette of
Community City. Even from this distance, specks of light from the pilgrims' torches
spiraling up the hill are clearly visible.
Simon:
So the story goes
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Sir Simon le Meurdre of Telecom Enterprises Ltd is looking out over Big City from his
penthouse luxury, whilst sexually served by two big-boobed blondes in black and blue
blouses. Sir Simon: So dedicated, articulated To the top floor elevated By definition I'm decision Full of focus and precision
Blonde #1:
Sir Simon:
Sir Simon, staring into the bathroom mirror, masturbating:
Blonde #2:
Sir Simon, pulling trousers on:
Sir Simon le Meurdre trots down on a rugged road below a rubbled slope.
Suddenly he hears a rumble from above and realizes he is in great danger -
huge blocks of stone tumble towards him. He flees down the hill, chased by
the rolling rocks. From a gate beside the road figures emerge, dressed in
colourful clothes. One of them walks towards Simon. The slide comes to a
rest.
Simon:
The Midget Scarecrow rubbing his beard against Sir Simon's cheek:
As Simon tries to find the words he fails and wails in pain and the Midget
Scarecrow presents The Mirror of Truth. Dazed and confused, Simon sees the
face of a clown looking back at him. Then he discovers the oversized brown
shoes on his feet, and stumbles through the gate, falling down on
foul-smelling hay. The main attraction of the circus.
Years later, Simon is walking the tightrope with a wooden staff in his
hands. The audience holds it's breath in anticipation, waiting - as usual -
for Simon to loose his balance and drop into the elephant-dropping hay.
Simon:
The Murderer, waiting on a platform at the other end of the rope:
Simon, almost loosing his balance when he sees the veiled figure:
The Scarecrow, taking the Murderer's place, throwing Simon the Scriptures:
The Scarecrow disappears in a flash of light and Simon falls down in the
hay. The audience bursts with laughter and only the animal excrements seem
to hear his words.
Simon:
The parade begins, with Simon in the center. More and more circus artists
dance around him, mocking. Simon begs for mercy through the chaos, but noone
listens. Eventually they leave.
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Simon again finds himself on the moor by the burned village,
clutching the Scriptures in his right hand. In the cold and quiet of the
starless night he kneels by a singing stream. Silently he releases the
remains of his God.
Simon: The scriptures leave my hand And are scattered by the wind Still to me it seems the music may begin The voices far away sing of virtue and of sin Still to me it seems that I could never turn into another Hiding under cover I am my own lover
The Scarecrow:
Simon:
The Murderer:
Insight hits him like a train and he flees the village, scaling the first
hills of the mountain range, ever climbing upwards to find a way across the
barrier of stone. But cold rain pains his face and he takes shelter in a
small cave. There he meditates on his malice.
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The morning sun is streaming into his eyes. He leaves the cave and sits
down on the edge of a cliff, a huge bird circling above him.
Simon, looking out over the plains where Community City stands: A world has changed Though the names are all the same Once, thought I knew them all And oh, what a shame The world has changed People I remember are just ripples on the pool
No sound from the square
The harder they come, the harder they fall
The Murderer, presenting a hammer.
Simon, not listening:
Simon sits for a long time, brooding on dark thoughts. But then a ray of sun
warms his face and a cry of the eagle above him caresses the air. An almost
triumphant sense of relief and joy fills him and with light steps he walks
away from the cliff and on to the high plateau. He passes a house,
surrounded by a garden labyrinth. Fog falls and he looses his way. As the
mist clears, he is standing beside a park bench next to a chopped down tree.
Simon sits down, lulled almost to sleep by the peace and quiet of this
place, where time seems to have no importance. Then a movement catches his
eye.
Simon:
The Murderer gracefully rises from his hiding place in the hedge. The
apparition hovers in slow motion towards the victim. Swarms of butterflies
flutter in circles around him.
Simon:
The enchantment breaks. Simon cries out and reveals himself to the Murderer,
who flees. The chase leads up the hills. Running through a mountain village,
the Murderer eludes Simon, who stops, panting for breath in the midst of a
religious ceremony. As the dervishes dance, Simon discovers The Murderer in
the crowd and the chase goes on, down a tunnel into a hall, lit by red light
from a huge pyre in the center. The corpse of the Scarecrow is placed on the
fire and they both halt.
Simon throws himself on his opponent and they wrestle. Suddenly, as Simon
feels his strength fade swarms of butterflies come to his aid. The murderer
is lifted in the air and Simon follows the fluttering figures towards the
light. But as he emerge into the daylight the Murderer is unveiled by the
butterflies - and Simon stares into his own face. Nauseated he flees, now
hunted by the Murderer, reaching out with his gloved hand. As Simon is
caught by the shoulder, he is spun round and he prepares himself to die. But
instead his opponent embraces him, letting his mind flow into Simon's,
sharing his entire being. Simon finally understands. His journey is over.
All is completed. Only one thing remains. Happily, they walk together, back
to Community City and the Cathedral Court.
The judge, while waving a hammer in front of Simon:
The prosecutor, putting on ballet shoes:
The murderer:
Simon, not noticing he is wearing the white glove:
The Scarecrow, banging the judge's club hard against the table:
The hedge hog jury:
The prosecutor, dancing on the table:
The hedge hog jury:
The prosecutor:
The hedge hog jury:
The judge, drooling:
Simon, finding himself back in the bathroom, removing the razor blade he
holds pressed against his throat:
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Simon, standing high above the plain:
Fly high in the air, king of the heavens I wonder where your journey ends And why it began
Fly master of time, to the cities of the sunrise
Fly, king of the world |
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From the Colossus/Musea Project album Kalevala: A Finnish Progressive Rock Epic English Version |
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From gushing silver springs it flowed The love I thought I'd sowed Like the creek runs 'cross the good land And I followed it with strong hands To hold firmly on to that you cannot hold
How fickle it is, love can't mend
I drift on the river
He floats on the river |
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From the Colossus/Musea project album Odyssey: The Greatest Tale (Due to be released September 2005) |
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(i) Meander Tales
Instrumental
(ii) Women Are Deadly
Hey woman
Wine flowing
Hear me now Odysseus
Hey woman
Time flying
Hear me now Odysseus
(iii) Meander Tales, pt 2
Odysseus
(iv) Sexagon (08:56)
Heat I feel inside
Sail on
(v) Maelstrom
Instrumental
(vi) Mother of All Monsters (14.58)
Instrumental
(vii) Forbidden Land
This shore
Alone
Hear my voice
My men, what have you done?
(viii) White Water
God's wrath raging
(ix) Minds Of Mortal Men
And so my path is crossed again
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Last Updated 2/24/05 |
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