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 Your feet move around and 'round and 'round Light is flowing through my hands Dripping gently to the ground Say what you will and say what you want to Go where you will and stay if you want to I'm just a man who writes off my fingers High in the air, music that lingers High in the air, I want you to witness High in the air, notes or my princess High in the air, notes for my goddess I'm just a man a channel for love

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Under The Seal

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 And place the apes at the top We make menues and weigh our lives on scales But never know when to stop Is this what we've learned? Is this what they've earned? In slaughterhouses we rank the nameless graves And give them a line on page three But some time ago we lived in caves A life we should all have let be Then one day in October life grew sad The market fell with some six per cent And money we lost that we'd never had And then came the time to repent There is still an answer There is still a way There is still a meaning There is still a day There are too many assumptions Of how it was meant to be There never are any questions Of what's best for you and me I know it's getting harder to feign every day But if life wasn't getting us farther What was there left to say?

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A Bedtime Story

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: Maybe reasons for taking are reason to give Maybe seasons are turning to let the years live Corpse: Like the day follows night And the night follows day Once again Splitter splat! on the rainsoaked pavement stones I let myself drown in the drops from above The rain's pouring down Sits the cat on the fence, sees neighbour's spouse Licking his lips, dreaming of trips In the house of the mouse Man, turns off TV set: Maybe people grow weak When their bodies grow older Said the pimp to the whore Then he walked out and sold her Maybe flesh is the answer to why we exist Maybe that's why we all disappear in the mist Corpse: Like the night follows day once again Corpse's Dream Corpse's Defense: Dreams, dreams are all I have left behind me I was stronger then believing there was right and wrong Uneven songs for the people to sing Let their voices ring out in the Night time comes and wraps us in It's black velvet skin rubbing our chins Dreams, dreams - the only thing I could offer Now it seems that's barely enough for this game I bow down in shame To seek forgiveness and absolution From something I feel creeping up behind Cat, joins corpse in coffin: In the playground Children give their parents satisfaction Riding rocking horses And the dragon roundabouts While you sit on the park bench Sucking juices from your pipe Maggots eat your bones In the supermarket sit the girls in perfect rows Cashing in and cashing out "Have a nice day", smile, "bye-bye" While you sit in the corner Sucking juices from their loins Maggots eat your bones Gathered in the graveyard Is this family in grief Children hide their faces In this sanctuary of thieves While you lie in your coffin Sucking juices from the worms Cat, wearing ugly face: St-st-stay put and figure this out: How come all the world is above you now When your dreams were as good as gold? I'm told you sold your your soul and your pride To the reason for standing on top of the hill Staring out from the cliff Now you're still, your will is as dead As dumb As dull As you are stiff, uh! Man, looks up at glass ceiling in tea parlour: "Chitter-chat" in the bourgeois tea saloons The rain on the roof: "clitter and clat!" Makes way for the cat Stirring spoons and the sugar's added milk But the cat doesn't care 'bout the meaning they share He's not even there Man, kisses wife good night: So I laid down my book and turned out the light All in all it's a story of wrong and of right And if the meaning's not there for you people to see You won't ever get any answer from me

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Devonian Forest

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Pilgrim's Progress

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 By the act of will of our holy guest Grains of sand in the wind We journeyed through lands forgotten by man With noone asking us why Grains of sand in the wind We gave of our time as years went by With noone telling us why When we returned to ask our guest explain Our homes were burned and nothing did remain Sands of time in the wind The bottle ran dry as years went by With noone asking us why Why we were grains of sands in the wind And the monk for sure had opened the door To put a curse on the moor

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B.A.J.S. Radio

"B.A.J.S. Radio!" "B.A.J.S. Radio!" Every time I turn it one the answer's always there On the radio Everything it says to me, what I will do and dare Easy living comes to me through the empty sky Invisible armies marching through the blue A crew of millstones turning round to find And grind your heart, your soul And everything that's you It's true Like glue, they've stuck onto your mind Turn it on and I can be the ordinary man Never need to think myself another than I am Easy living, easy thoughts, just being what they want But that's just lies the flies have planted in your head Your dead inside and dying more each day I say hey, you sucker, yellow turns to red It's said it's sad but it's the motherfucker's way But when I wake up tomorrow I will have the same old sorrows Though they told me on the show That they would go away Somehow there still is more to it Than thinking you don't give a shit But then you turn it on again And again and again and again "B.A.J.S. Radio!" So I find myself there, sitting by the empty talk From the radio Reading, eating, drinking Hitting roads just for a walk That would lead us to a place where we can think ourselves Thoughts that noone's thought before Take books down from the shelves And today I saw some broken Disregarded human beings That we never hear about on the morning news They had hope and they had health Though without material wealth And looked as they didn't know the words "win" or "lose" I shut my blinds upon the party Writing it off as a heart-ache That the evening show sure could stop But I still see them standing there The echo still remain, though their voices die Can you hear them through the air? Surging through the heavens Across the sky? Yes I still see them like before I know it's no illusion, no evening show Can you open up the door To make their voices flow Through the radio? "Well listen now my friend: Everything must end There is no such thing the radio would bring It's only in your dreams Phantasies it seems It would be well, I think, if you saw a shrink Forget about the past It will never last Memories you know will never make it go Don't think of it at all Just keep within your walls 'Cause we don't need that show On the radio No" Can you dig it? Your grave will be buried in itself Can you dig it? Why the fuck do you need books and shelves? Can you dig it? Our station's got you by the balls Can you dig it? No life outside the studio walls Can you dig it? We hold your ass in our vice Can you dig it? So if your'e looking for advice Can you dig it? If you don't want no shit on your toe: Can you dig it? Bow down to B.A.J.S Radio "B.A.J.S. Radio!"

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Kadazan

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 If the road would still be longer I could climb higher mountains My feet would still be stronger Here, where spirits dwell I feel so small yet I feel good Here, on top of the world I see the absurd of being Soul awake in this neighbourhood Kinabalu, your power is filling me with love Kinabalu, your crown of diamonds miles above Continents can crumble and die like dust The seas run dry and air blow away Dreams of Man can wither and turn to rust In the end I guess you'll stay the same Kings and queens can turn the tables Armies march to war Tie them, try them, take them away Presidents and financers rule our lives As long as money flows in their veins The rich will still be richer, thanks to the poor Polluted put away the sane Kings and queens can close the files While armies march to war Tie them, try them, take them away I can see lights They're shining through the night Stars guide my way Tell wrong from right I listened to their words And flew up like a bird I, guess I was taken by surprise 'Cause when I opened up my eyes The skies were filled with heavy showers Pouring down The flowers withered like love dies And I, never expected I would drown Ten thousand feet above the ground But then I realised it better When I looked down I had a Hell of a long way down Love is like dreaming For you, for me: forget Now, is this the truth? Is it the ache I feel inside? When you think of it it's sad: I gave all that I had Could it really not have been enough?

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And By The Water

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: And by the water Stillness comes at last and so I sleep Whispering the wind of secret dreams And promises to keep There she comes to me and says she'll set me free She takes my hand and leads me to the lake The moon shines in her hair Like faeries dancing there Bewildered by her beauty I awake The Siren's Song And by the water I tried my best to never let it show For years just a memory A dream that I once lived so long ago Then she comes to me, she smiles and sets me free The living lie dies through my tearstained eyes Waves roll in so I can shed my skin Breathe in some air, then smell the scent and open Eyes shine in the dark, showing me the way Eyes follow the spark, that will lead the day To guide my way The way to truth and hope and love

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Paradise Square

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: And I, I thought that I was stronger than before Broke out of the cage To turn a new page in my book People and places, their names flashing by So many the faces that only know how to try Simon, closing the window to shut out the sound: The blood in my veins growing hotter and hotter 'Til it boils my mind The echo of pain, chilling waves and waves That shiver down my spine Lost in their eyes Are the visions of the wise as they stare Condemned for all time Imprisoned in Paradise Square The scarecrow, frowning: And I, I dreamed I was the champion of the world I'd stand up and fight With all of my might 'til the end People and places soon all were the same A few were the traces The shards of my broken name 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: So strange, that game I played Was never to be won I walk through silent streets, hiding from the sun To see me as before To try to end the war But heaven never opens the door Simon, hanging hat on hook: A headline in The Evening Post Said the dying days were gone I shut my window tight and switched the TV on The way I can stay sane Is to be thankful for the pain God walks all alone in the rain 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: Hear my name, feel my face burning Smell my breath, reek of death and decay Catching souls, catching cold fever You never know where I am You never can hide your face From the death, fear and disgrace Catching time, catching the ones you love You know I think it rings so good, Think it rings so true I Think it rings in me like you; Lucifer Beelzebub Satan Lo, the names are written on every wall Engraved cathedral halls And in every single place It's echoed in time and space Behold the man 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 Who knows for how long? Pilgrims climb the hillside On their way up to Paradise Square Hoping it is there So the story goes Who knows for how many? Pilgrims' feet grow weary From the burden they surely can bear If Paradise is there Simon walks in the other direction. Many years pass.

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Striking Out a Single Note for Love

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: Striking out a single note for love Sir Simon: Come, share the communion That makes me the chosen son Come taste the promise I sell to you Raindrops may keep falling But only on frozen ones Eyes turning grey and their faces blue Sir Simon, staring into the bathroom mirror, masturbating: All these notions like explosions Set my wheels in constant motion So derating and so debating Ejaculating I am stating I'm Blonde #2: Striking out a single note for love Sir Simon, pulling trousers on: Suddenly the earth cracks And sucks me deep down the drain Darkness around me I cry insane Time is moving faster, hours turn into days Then I'm spat out on the road again 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: Then everything was quiet Everything was calm And a man came forth, he was three feet tall He kept clinging to my arm, and he said The Midget Scarecrow rubbing his beard against Sir Simon's cheek: Come on now and show me That you're something else than bad You, who left your life and pride behind Yes, everything you had 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 man had gone away I had nothing left to say Was this just a dream that didn't fit the scheme? Where did I go wrong? Where did my soul belong? The Murderer, waiting on a platform at the other end of the rope: Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave Nothing left to give Nothing left to save Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to All is preordained Nothing's ever new Simon, almost loosing his balance when he sees the veiled figure: I just sat down and thought Of the lesson I was taught Was this just a dream cracking at the seam? Should I turn away from the path I walk today? The Scarecrow, taking the Murderer's place, throwing Simon the Scriptures: Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave Nothing left to give Nothing left to save Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to All is preordained Nothing's ever new Then the circus comes again And brings you to the start Giving you a soul and the beating of your heart Your heart 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: Times have now fled, but the memory's young Of the little man ending my calm And though I was hurt I know that he meant me no harm For now I'm much older Not wiser, but colder I caught a short glimpse of the dove I once thought I knew My god Who is striking out a single note for love? 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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Fly In a Bottle

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: All the words that have been spoken Empty promises lie broken You try to change me Like my mother wanted to Still I stand but stand forgotten A maggot crawling for the bottom You try to change me Like my brother wanted to Simon: My hungry eyes grow dim As the scarecrow stops and kneels Still to me he seems the only who believes Reflections of my life I see in what he thinks and feels Still to me it seems that I could never turn into another Hiding under cover I am my own lover The Murderer: All the words that have been spoken Empty promises lie broken You try to change me Like my mother wanted to Still I stand but stand forgotten A maggot crawling for the bottom You try to change me Like my brother wanted to 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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Darkfall

Instrumental

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White Glove

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 Only time is dwelling there So easy the lesson was and oh, how I tried Time rolls by People become shadows at the bottom of the sea The harder they come, the harder they fall I stand by the crossroad, Counting the seconds going by The higher they fly the louder they cry Chased by the fox, I stand by the docks The clock ticks and tocks The Murderer, presenting a hammer. This, old fool, is the way to waste a tool: Hold it in steady hands, bang on the wall Hard, that's all People, passing strangers Are like dust on desert sand Simon, not listening: The harder they come the harder they fall I stand by the counter Checking my bags for drugs and tags The higher they fly the louder they cry I stand by the door, just as before, oh what a bore 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: A white glove lies at the fallen tree The Scarecrow stops and smiles He picks it up and tries it on for size Inside the labyrinth he hides and wanders for a while The bullet hits him right between the eyes 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 last grain in the hourglass falls gently to the floor The murderer carefully picks his nose and sighs With one hand covered and one hand cold He bows and says goodbye In his trade never hurts to be nice 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: Suffer now, you pretty individual And say you've got the whole world in your hands Indulge yourself with boredom and depression And call yourself the master of the land The prosecutor, putting on ballet shoes: You should have listened To your mother's warning call You should have stayed Inside your daddy's glowing balls The murderer: So here I am, your honour, here I am your grace Ready for my sentence Simon, not noticing he is wearing the white glove: I spit into ... The Scarecrow, banging the judge's club hard against the table: Your cynic world has turned itself upon you No wonder that you never learned to love Pathetic little creature without pity Your time is up so hand me back my glove The hedge hog jury: World is turning round and round Creation spinning faster Beggars walk the streets While you try to find your master Locked inside your mind Is the drama you invented Turning you to dust and dreams, Dying and demented, decadent, depraved And bereft of all your pride You hide your head in sand, unable to decide Which way the wind will blow If you think about tomorrow Dreams will chase away the sun Silent spring of sorrow The prosecutor, dancing on the table: You should have listened To your mother's warning call The hedge hog jury: Aaaaaaaooooh! The prosecutor: You should have stayed Inside your daddy's glowing balls The hedge hog jury: Ooooooooaaaaah! The judge, drooling: So there you are, amigo, at the last step of your race And as becomes a desperado you spit into my face So there you are, you heathen Blasphemy and hate is nothing to believe in The hours getting Simon, finding himself back in the bathroom, removing the razor blade he holds pressed against his throat: Here, naked I stand The remnants of what once was called a man When God points out the door Will I walk across the floor? Should I go? Continue the show?

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Aftermath

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 I stand in awe and try to see Myself through your eyes Fly, king of the world Though I doubt your existence I plant the seeds of wing and word And hope that they grow

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As The River Runs From the Colossus/Musea Project album Kalevala: A Finnish Progressive Rock Epic English Version

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 Like sunlight when days end Bitter sweet it's shining Spreading warmth, but it's declining The cruel cold hand of night catches me once again I drift on the river And I hear it whispering her name How deep the waters here, the harbour far from me I float on time's stream And I see all things vanish Run over the edge of the sea He floats on the river And I hear it crying out his name How cold his grave must be so far out on the sea He floats on time's stream And I see how he's fading As it runs over the edge of the world

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The Minds of Mortal Men (Meander Tales) From the Colossus/Musea project album Odyssey: The Greatest Tale (Due to be released September 2005)