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Genius
01:00
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Could we write fiction
That might combine these things:
A love of history; a desire to debate the defenders of the modern world
Promote one’s philosophical and religious thoughts
Could a modern writer create art but not be over blatant?
I will deal with space
You can deal with time travel
Try to make the world a better place
I will deal with space
You can deal with time travel
A reflection of the Human race
There is just too little of what we really like in stories.
I am afraid we’ll have to try and write some for ourselves.
There is just too little of what we really like in stories.
I am afraid we’ll have to try and write some for ourselves.
The fear that space travel would allow men to ignore their sin
Technology could triumph over all in the universe
The touchstone of the Second Age
A world in which men rose and fell.
Seeking non less than the true,
The good, and the beautiful
A blinding bolt of lightning
And a force of nature mind and soul
A commonwealth of spirit but in which there is no copyright.
There is just too little of what we really like in stories.
I am afraid we’ll have to try and write some for ourselves.
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Chronicles and revelations. Adventures to explore
He drove across the big red planet, across the God of War
You’ve written poetry my boy! So Aldous told him.
So many brave new worlds
From Waukegan to Mars
One man’s journey
One man’s life
You’ve written poetry my boy
In Hollywood, he met his heroes
in the city of angels, he typed his words
He longed to be a part of the silver screen
Dandelions and fire tattoos and autumns
You’ve written poetry my boy! So Aldous told him.
So many brave new worlds
From Waukegan to Mars
One man’s journey
One man’s life
You’ve written poetry my boy
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Vendetta
09:07
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Did you think to kill me? There’s no flesh or blood in this cloak to kill.
There’s only an idea. That’s all there is.
Ideas are strong and bullet proof. And now it’s time to face the truth.
Look at all the playthings of the progressive eugenicists,
Watch the body deconstructed and contorted to the perfect race.
Your signs litter the streets with hypocritical propaganda:
Strength through Purity; Purity through Faith.
Strength through Purity; Purity through Faith
I thought I ‘d be afraid
I always knew that you’d come back
That night that you escaped; you were standing there against the flames.
We have had a string of frauds and liars who made calamitous decisions.
You gave them power, obeyed their senseless orders.
While I’ll admit mistakes have been made,
Year after year you keep doing the same
You had the power to stop them all
All you had to do was just say NO!!
I thought I’d be afraid
I always knew that you’d come back
That night that you escaped; you were standing there against the flames.
You turned and looked at me. I knew then one day, I’d be found.
What we did, what I did. It’s been with me so long;
I could do things like that.
There’s something wrong with us.
It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities
For silence is a fragile thing.
One loud noise, and it is gone.
One loud noise, and it is gone.
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Old Delights
02:41
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Blurred by memory of old delights
Of love and hate the author writes.
Breaking barriers the artist tries
To understand just what in there lies.
Little that first the eye observes is true.
Only compromise if you understand the rules.
Then break them down for real art
To progress, create your best.
The writer captures all their dreams in one.
Pen the human soul as life begun.
Art is at its best when it evolves.
And lives forever as the world grows old.
To progress, create your best.
Blurred by memory of old delights
Of love and hate the author writes.
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The Feast Is Over
06:34
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I’ll tell the story as best I can
Some instinct found in every man
A readers dream of strength and power
Expression of their hearts desire
The feast is over, the lamps expire.
The feast is over, the lamps expire
I’ve lived before. I remember all
From fruitful lands and cities walled
There’s nothing left in this fateful hour
So, lift me on to the funeral pyre
The feast is over, the lamps expire.
The feast is over, the lamps expire
The feast is over and the lamps expire.
All fled, all done
All fled and all done
I’ll tell the story as best I can
Some instinct found in every man
A readers dream of strength and power
Expression of their hearts desire
The feast is over, the lamps expire.
The feast is over, the lamps expire
The feast is over, the lamps expire
The feast is over, the lamps expire
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Stillpoint
04:51
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The wind blows through the trees
The abyss looms large
The wind cries howls of pain
The abyss just lingers
Lingers
Civilizations fall, but civilizations remain.
With documents preserved
With documents illuminated.
It stands, a stillpoint
In space but not in time.
It remains, a stillpoint
In light but not in darkness
In light but not in darkness
The wind reeks high and low
The abyss still hovers
The wind swirls and bombards
The abyss creeps nearer, nearer, nearer
Wanderers come. Wanderers go
All are welcomed
All as brothers
All as brothers
All as brothers
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Whispers In Space
10:00
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Look to the sky, see the storm, how the wind flies
A rainbow appears,
There is a desire to find some new grass.
End of the night, waiting for the sun down on love street.
After the flood waters
You can live in another world.
Storms come and the wind blows
Thunder above and rumbles below
Three men ride the storm
They say the End is near
Folklore is restored in Eden
Storms come and the riders charge
Thunder above and rumbles below
Three men face the storm
With Venus in transition
They say happiness is easy if you try
The women of Los Angeles swoon
The colour of spring delights
Three men face the storm
They ponder, they charge
The captain of the sky flies again
The captain of the sky flies again……….
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‘The Bardic Depths’ are a melodic progressive rock group led by Dave Bandana, with Peter Jones, Gareth Cole and Tim
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Lyrics and concepts created by Brad Birzer.
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