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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
Remember me when I met you back in chicago?
Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude "mending fences or mending souls" That was all you had to say But fate was fair my friend Now it's your turn to walk in my place Tell me how's the view from down there- Come on don't you like it? Suddenly you are no one and you feel like a freak Down and out you just might find out who you Really are Sorry I can't join you right now I'd love to stay but can't be late for my happy hour Now don't get caught up in your paranoia Just accept that we both - Lose if there's a confrontation Well I think we've got to find Some good excuse with a prospect of detente But standing my ground I have drawn the line Past which there can be no more compromise Somebody help me find a way out of it I'm quite sure there must be More than meets the eye A matter of what's inside Pretending my soul can hide from the outside When everyone can see we're hiding tragedy Social marginal- Setting the stage for our power struggle Social marginal- Engaging you in a test of wills Social marginal- No diversions please It's time to wear your gameface It's time to wear it now.....just put it on. Now don't get caught up in your paranoia Just accept that we both Lose if there's a confrontation And it's all we've got to find A crucible can't we compromise? Now. Somebody help me find a way out of it I'm quite sure there must be More than meets the eye A matter of what's inside Pretending my soul can hide from the outside When everyone can see we're hiding tragedy Now. Social marginal- Setting the stage for our power struggle Social marginal- Engaging you in a test of wills Social marginal- No diversions please It's time to wear your gameface It's time to wear it now - right now. Mending fences, mending souls? Read between the lines and you'll know Now. Now it's your turn to accept me- Now. ....but caught up in your own self-righteousness All you can do is say - "you first". |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
From Madagascar to Mozambique
Washington to Oman The drums of war still beat Business was booming Now your stocks in the can because New York City was the promised land Conflict of culture Open season on the free world Now it's North Korea but are bigger flags unfurled? Let's stand tall in uncertain times A world groove is spinning No sense to the signs It's a new world order in infancy here We're losing generations to chaos We're not evolving - we are history now. Fashion is sexy and the catwalk rules No winter collections this year 'cause a slowdown brews Wagner in Israel But hey, Armstrong -now HE was really King Well the Beatles to Ellington kick ass Ya, they're musical genius still sings. I stand in this holy land divided by only man Jerusalem cries for a better day Fly over oceans far away Human rights in the light of day reflect a much different world America - call it Disneyland I can't even think about it On and on it goes Its best not to think at all... Earthquake and flood Tornados touching down We've got super bowl action here while aids is killing half the town Health and disease in Africa Don't you forget about the acid rain burning our countryside (down) in money's name Lincoln - Jefferson rolling over in their graves see modern politicians shrink from making costly waves Can you feel the world groove? Smart bombs and Presidents United Nations - Refugees, mercenaries, bankers, terrorist stations - Cadillacs, Cartiers reservations for two - Kids are starving with gluttony in plain view Well, I think I've made my point here That's all for today All I want is one more shot for the epitaph to say: "All they tried to do is make a difference here -that's it." |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
Back in '61 to '65, their indifferences,
Could never hide the buried hopes Of peace/that rest beneath them wearing Grey or blue. Did the burning of white mansions still The fire inside their hearts to kill Each other? The memories that lie where ash remains. They marched all the fathers and sons To a slaughter/ Then the widows and daughters knew That no one would march back home. Can you feel it? Don't deny that it comes from Deep within your soul. Can you feel it? Don't you see that this Is something we can do together? The intolerance bred ignorance and prejudice But they possessed destructive powers Making it too real for them to see That their strength was an illusion Fueled by dreams of glory writing Their own story Knowing that no man should be Enslaved. Though it's hard to build on dreams again We must fight the demon if We're going to win. One more chance to live again - to prosper the Open land that God gave them. One more Chance to live a new way - they sacrificed Everything - they threw it away. Hate must never claim the lives of our heroes Again. Never can we allow another burning... |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
When your mind stays awake and your body cries for sleep
Disillusioned from the pain you're in way too deep. As the chains bind your soul and the sweat takes its toll Don't submit to addiction - can't escape the whole world. You're just looking for something - you can't find it in a bottle You accelerate to the limit - Three more hits and the throttle Will take you to the grave - to an early demise - don't expect any mercy If you live in disguise. Preaching again to the multitudes end.Make a promise to stop now 'cause I can't even look in the mirror/A freak, a cruel lie/I've been fooling myself In the images that I've justified. Breaking these circles surrounding me there's a great white light at the End/my life is worth living again and again- Now I believe in the knowledge and now I'm in the light. Breaking these circles - don't repeat all our darkest nightmares The universal man/still in the same place his sin of addiction began........ |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
Overplayed and understated
Maximized and underrated Overdrawn and overstated What about the truth -what about it? Minimized, overemphasized Exaggerated just to dramatize There's a whole lot more than fame here And a whole lot more to money Ok, I've made my point now speak up Let's hear what you have to say Just give it to me hard - give it to me straight Tell me I'm wrong about everything Overblown and sinking fast Underfoot and overcast Make a future with the past What am I to do -what about it? Overgrown, contemplated Overloaded, captivated In a deadly serious game With a healthy dose of overkill Whoever said the best things are free Wasn't around - That never made sense to me -'Cause after living… In a way, I'd have to say nothing ever came cheap So that just can't be… I am not the only one that lost it Some things just have to be said Now I'd like to make it up to you Pick up the pieces…if you'll let me Ok, I've made my point now speak up Let's hear what you have to say Just give it to me hard - give it to me straight Tell me I'm wrong about everything… No time for introductions -no time at all Listen… Undermanned and overcharged Understood and over farmed Under where? Undertaker. -Bet he knows the truth, he'll tell you ""Underground, underhanded Only so much time is granted"" I never said that I had the answers I never said I knew the truth But I know if you're gonna die You might as well - you might as well Really try and live Well, maybe that's all there is to it. Whoever said the best things are free Wasn't around - That never made sense to me -'Cause after living… In a way, I'd have to say nothing ever came cheap So that just can't be… I am not the only one that lost it Some things just have to be said Now I'd like to make it up to you Pick up the pieces…if you'll let me Ok, I've made my point now speak up Let's hear what you have to say Just give it to me hard - give it to me straight Tell me I'm wrong… I am not the only one that lost it Some things just have to be said Now I'd like to make it up to you Pick up the pieces…if you'll let me try. How can we replace what we had at home? Fame will not love you the way I do… When it's gone. |
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from Magellan - Symphony For A Misanthrope (2005)
Part I. "Youthful Enthusiasm" (Instrumental)
Part II. "Psych 101" Well a bad day fishin' is better than a good day at work But a bad day in paradise is a bad deal Let's say goodbye before we've ever met You're alone on the shore of cranium reef No one gets inside my head No one I'm a bad part of town on a bad stretch of road. I'm a bag of tricks in a balancing act I'm a battered heart and a bath of tears I'm no bank and no barrel of monkeys You're alone on the shore of cranium reef. No one gets inside my head No one You're a band of gypsies and a band of thieves Now you're burning in the sun and you've washed ashore Don't try "psych 101" on me - we've been there before I've got a cold embrace at the cranium reef Trust me you're all alone at the cranium reef Part III "Primal Defense" Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find What is sacred? What is profane? Your approach is near and there's something I fear inside of you -reminding me like a mirror that shows My past that died long ago No closet full of skeletons Can bring me out here I've got a cold blank stare so don't wait I've got a colder embrace You're an Ivy League amateur "I mean no one comes in here ever" No one comes in here No one. No one. No one passes cranium reef Not even I can look at my grief Don't come to me pretending you're wise I am a man who can see what is real And is fear what is real? Stranded on cranium reef Alone with your thoughts you can drink with your grief You color your lies with a cool motif Stranded on cranium reef Lost at cranium reef At my coral barrier of disbelief You're a cold hard future with no relief Brutal reality at cranium reef I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find... (repeat refrain) |
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
The Solano County Engineering Archives, vault 1
Feel free, write your scathing indictment Pick us apart with your joke of a pen Pacified poet, standing alone you know it I hear you preaching: "Do it again - won't you please do it again?" Plenty of time - hear the hypocrites whine Pathetic business - take it, test it, know it, burn it It's all a game you play so mealy mouthed at the trough we lay I hear you pleading: "Do it again - won't you please do it again?" Take it all upon you now Make you mark somehow and keep it going With illusions that you're real and phrases that you'll steall At your best you'll drag them down I've heard it all before it's all been said before extending all an invitation - welcome to the Critic's Carnival - Where writers think they know more than you No, don't be a fool at Critic's Carnival A bully pulpit built to spin a phrase will "pitch" a sermon for you if you've got the money to pay at the Critic's Carnival buy fifty dollar words, try bull-shit No, don't be deceived at Critic's Carnival... Invite us to your ivory tower Impress me with your insightfull gift of genius Yes, you can dish it out A coward too much clout Hungry for power - Do it again - won't you please do it again? Monday morning's last draft quarterback Get it right get it wrong We've just dragged on too long It's all a game you play so mealy mouthed at the through we lay I know you hear me! Do it again won't you please do it again? Well? |
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
We're living proof of these uncertain times
Lost all our money and we've done our time I've got no answers-only questions now No point in starting over Does no good anyhow. I'm not a critic and I'm not a friend Coming to terms or coming to an end? Another test of wills could bring us down I sense a confrontation in the way we sound I hate to say I told you so- Before you never listened to a word But you remembered everything went wrong so well..............so well. Now I can't leave and I can't stay But I regret our moments everyday - don't you? I heard you say this once before: "You are my crucible". Now don't be angry at the world - it's you that comes between us and I know you know it too We're living proof of these uncertain lines No point in going back We tried - we had enough time............... |
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from Magellan - Symphony For A Misanthrope (2005)
I am your high priest of selling
And I've got your sainthood covered - again I am a quick-change artist - at least But don't you forget I'm an instrument of good Your doctor Bullet proof alibis - I'm your doctor Social butterflies - I'm your doctor I'll bring you powerful allies -I'm your doctor I'm your high priest of selling - I'm your doctor I am your Indian chief or your head cook and bottle washer I'm what you need here 'cause I'm your doctor concoctor Take me for who I am - your sacrificial lamb "Follow -all they do is follow" (the people are sheep) "Don't know" - huddled indecisive (the people are sheep) (x2) Baa. Bullet proof alibis - I'm your doctor Social butterflies _ I'm your doctor I'll bring you powerful allies -I'm your doctor I'm your high priest of selling - I'm your doctor (repeat) |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
"These are my last words, their treasonous hands
have us all under siege, now do you understand?" Gossens ministers - all at hand will take up final stations as the coup hunts a single man No offer of exile did he take in his last trial... Covert action - Santiago The U.S. denies it but the president knows Broken fathers, strut of the guard see cruel opportunists where the losers die hard Seeking refuge from this "land of fire". Allende supporters are gathered ESTADIUM NACIONAL They disappear, ask them how the tortured shall dispatch a message to loved ones now Their photographs worn by survivors ESTADIUM NACIONAL A swede is the only trace of redeemed grace as Edelstam prepares a place of asylum but without "sanction". Fleeing persecution - visas feigning new identities So they wait there at the embassies... Labor takes a fall (IMPENDING ASCENSION) The White House seems appalled at the disgrace They toast a secret cheer in executive session and keep it going strong (wear a gameface) Hunter Hawker dive (IMPENDING ASCENSION) Superiors decide it's a rat race It's all about control (IMPENDING ASCENSION) See Nixon take a hold from his powerful place. How much terror for five thousand? How many others suffer on the outside of this stadium? Is there no end? These are my last words-treasonous hands have us all under siege, now do you understand? Hear my last broadcast-mic in hand Workers rise up-bear arms-the coup rapes its own homeland Hold on th your memories ("disappeared families") What justice befalls our enemies? Allende supporters are gathered-ESTADIUM NACIONAL They disappear, ask them how the tortured shall dispatch a message to loved ones now Their photographs worn by survivors-ESTADIUM NACIONAL We pray just to turn the page upon this stage of human suffering-a world enraged Now there must be a new resistance! Cardinal commission, extraordinary will/solidarity no wish to kill Am I dreaming? How can all of this be real? Will I wake to see these horrors still? |
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from Magellan - Symphony For A Misanthrope (2005)
Dredging the world of memory
Dank and dirty as darkness descends I can not see the moon tonight There's a mist upon the land - and it doesn't feel right Hush my child, I'll give you a clue - Be careful young friend The keeper is a prisoner too Well, I went with the riders of Nebadon To the battle of right and wrong But the sun has been down for a month now All the wrong that I've done... maybe I'll catch one Every bullet needs blood Every bullet needs blood Man's inhumanity or God's insanity Such a world as this - Planet prison or cosmic vision? We'll survive a sure fire miss... Who sells the bullets? - who sells the guns? Has the warden left for the rest of the day? Every bullet needs blood Every bullet needs blood Fire at will... Every bullet needs blood Hell to pay... Hush my child, I'll give you a clue - Be careful young friend The keeper is a prisoner too Father, give me a sanctuary Don't you see what they'll do to me? Father, Father please forgive me!!! Every bullet needs blood... Like a lamb I was led to the slaughter I had no choice but to fight I was played like a pawn There's blood in the water Every bullet needs blood... Every bullet needs blood (every bullet) You say love is the answer to everything Well, I've got my doubts you know Father, please forgive me... (x3) |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
Evangelists - praise the divine
Cardinals - shift on the mainline Cause and effect - rule at the same time Absolution stopped - right at the bloodline Heretics scream - "no prophets" Zealots all walk a gauntlet Spread the word - drink from the goblet Native nations bleed in scarlet Problematic - my tension Ease the guilt with confession So pray the angels are all Christian Will the heathen find redemption? Feel the cross is it burning deep in you? Are you searching? Love - mysterious expression spirit dwarfs in regression… Know the cross Know the passion a final trial of oppression Kingdom come in restoration Martyrdom then salvation. Feel the cross… Hear it calling out? |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
Friends of America
Where are you now? Get up and do something for America, stand up now. Fly the flag Put your hand on your heart You can be assured That you've done your part Watch the nation bleed From the comfort of your chair And then you'll just become A lazy bum sitting there Friends of America Where are you now? Get up and do something for America, stand up now. FACE THE FACTS, we must practice What we preach/let go of yesterday - There Is an answer in our reach. Someone lead the way, make us Do the rest/we'll join together - Sound the call/Now It's time to Show them whose the best. FRIENDS OF AMERICA The world is a witness to the change Of events in the rise of America. Who are your leaders? And who are Your heroes? In this America. Stronger than ever we unite for the Common cause of America. Friends of America..... |
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
There comes a moment in time
before ascent or decline You'll face your darkest hours When other see in your face the test of wills you've embraced You are your own opponent Keeping your focus in the rat race Do what you have to so you can keep pace You'll love the contact if you wear a gameface Harvest a new relation engage some tribulation progress by confrontation? You stand in awe but don't see You are your adversary Shut up and have some vision futures lost in decision Keeping your focus in the rat race Do what you have to so you can keep pace You'll love the contact if you wear a gameface. |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
Ritual of mourning
No praying in his faith a heathen is rejoicing No God, so there's no grace How can he understand this when war is at each hand? Rejecting all mysteries He just won't see... that saved, he can be Forgive the heathen -he's asleep now All that he can do of him I'll ask- Is your soul worth the price to pay? Well, finally discovered when he looked upon your face The melodies that kept him from dying in this place (more and more) What it really comes to is the passion that we shared In this fight I gave everything and I never held anything back But by the time he found this out I had walked away I had moved on to another place and another day - it was too late. What are his chances now? What can I do? I'm confessing here as I'm waiting for you - Yes, I'm waiting for you… with this hymn for a heathen. Can you hear me now? Won't you please hear me now? All I'm praying for is a heathen. Lord, he's not the same man now He can't hear you anymore... 'cause his old ways - his old ways are gone... |
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
Caught you sleeping on the railroad track
You were so tired that you took a nap Tied you up while you were on your back and they told you that your name was Jack Well, they thought you might have been the missing link Make some big cash with those two big feet A carnival crew's on the city street Pay admission just to see the freak- named Jacko... A sign of the times Please forgive we're just human kind People don't see You're a child and you don't want to be a Jacko. Big hotel on the news today by the old fishin' hole where you used to play It's prime real estate I would have to say But your home will never look the same Well, profit shares and the bottom line Make it to Wall Street with a glass of wine Your chemical dump I don't really mind Now I'm bald and I'm going blind Poor Jacko... Humanity it speaks of all that it wants to be and as you can see All we dish out is hypocrisy to Jacko. Jacko... A sign of the times Please forgive we're the human kind People can't see You're a child and you don't want to be a Jacko......... ...Just call him Jacko ...Call him Jacko. I am not your missing link and I am not your prize for a hunting expedition under starry skies Keep me in the wilderness where I can breath the air Maybe one day we will meet but hey - leave your gun there If you must come leave your gun there (Jack-hey-Jacko-a-hey-a-Jacko-call him- Jack-Jacko-call him-hey-call him-hey- Just call him Jacko). Back in the deep wood a line in the sand by an old oak tree - You will make your stand If they find you back there you have had it man They're gonna kill ya anyway they can Poor Jacko... A sign of the times Please forgive we're the human kind People can't see You're a child and you don't want to be To be? Jacko.... Humanity it speaks of all that it wants to be And as you can see All we dish out is hypocrisy to Jacko. |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
Walking on a still green sea-have you got the faith to let
it be? Without falling through like an anchor tied - to your weighted memories of guilty times. Stepping on a bed of coals - does little damage to the icy souls 'Cause there's just one bridge between pain and hope So keep mind sharp enough to stay afloat - while you're here...... |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
Swear I'm gonna break free
From the grip of sin from that killer of hope... 'cause all I see is that killer of hope. Well, did I ever think to think? I didn't even try I should have listened to the wise Now its too late - I knew better There's nothing good here and it's time that I put this out- All I am to you is another doubt I don't believe in nothing I don't believe that I care Don't try to make me do it All I need is just a little push, not a shove and I'll get off the fence in a while... She's the killer of hope with a conscience that is clear She understands I'm just a man with a common fear She's just what I need to forsake But it's not that easy (x1 How much more can I take?) (x2 ...not supposed to be) Now that I know her I am never looking back I've been beat up, I've been spit out, I know shit, jack... She may be my killer of hope But if she calls my name now I ain't going back So now it's up to me The future that I see My spirit growing dark and I fear (Oh God, I fear) The moment that I try My moment wants to die Swear I'm gonna break free from the grip of sin- from that killer of hope. |
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from Magellan - Impossible Figures (2003)
Tendencies that bring us
to our knees see, there's no unity just a thousand different ways Time for church Oh really, let's see Do the Jew and Gentile really need to agree? What 'cha reading? Did you think I'd be surprised? You're the pastor's cash cow But the good book still survives But I'm late for church I'm really late for church... I don't want to dress up nice I just want to stay home I feel like watching big screen TV with NFL on the VCR and Pink Floyd on the DVD I'm late for church - late for church I'm late for church. Now get in the car or there could be trouble why can't I just go back to sleep It's long past 10 am... From the Vatican to the Rio Grande Everything is dying But I ain't weeping no more In my school of thought Religion reaping naught It must be what I've bought and they ain't selling any more I don't want to dress up nice I just want to stay home I feel like watching big screen TV with NFL on the VCR and Pink Floyd on the DVD I'm late for church - late for church I'm late for church. I'll get in the car if you answer my question Why so many churches here? I thought there was only one God. |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
I. Magna Carta Overture ~Instrumental~
II. Declaration John The King of England Duke of Normandy (Count of Aquitaine) Spoke to all his subjects Declaring freedom and reform in this present charter... III. Status Quo In the first place it is our will Before we quarrel there are rights to instill Upon our heirs, confirmed with grace The English Church shall stand in faith If any earl or baron dies And owes us relief we will rectify Our binding words to the sons under age: "We'll hold it in trust - your inheritance is saved." The guardian of the land will now answer to us. Assignable for husbandry and wardship. The Treaty of The Magna Carta will ensure this. IV. Reform City of London have all your liberties Free customs and furthermore; petition counsel That no assessment shall reach into the pockets Of the common man We respect the rights of the common man We must respect the rights of the common man..... No witch hunt executions to be held in the shadows No trivial crimes shall condemn one to the gallows All evil customs, warrens, sheriffs, shall be abolished All hostages will be released In the the final hours of this decadence we must defeat 'Cause it's not too late for the future Stand back - look around It's a time for peace not a time for war or for judgement Summon all, listen to my order! This fifteenth day of June in Runnymeade All must coincide as The Magna Carta is ratified..... V. Restoration Should a man transgress this charter We'll judge in fairness with law and order Time for the kingdom to be granted all these things Wishing betterment for allies, with security. Liberty of conscience is finally restored as The Magna Carta is moving forward in this restoration From such a young man his great awakenings has saved our homeland..... In a modern world we still must fight to learn the lessons that prolong our plight The history of those before should help us now but we choose to ignore Explore the new ground - discovery We know the answers but no one sees We are so close but we stand so far From the restoration - the nearest star The Hour of Restoration is now upon us We measure the time all history to the present The Magna Carta Trust of the ancient living. City of London have all your liberties, free customs and furthermore Petition counsel that no assessment shall reach into the pockets of the common man. We restored the rights of the common man We have restored the rights of the common man... |
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[Based upon J. S. Bach 1742 - Goldberg variation #1]
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
[verse 1]
I hear you laughing loudly But I'm not laughing with you Well you may be joking first But I'll be the one who has the last laugh [verse 2] You call yourself "progressive" I say it's all regressive You think you can stand in judgment so listen here and I'll remind you ["chorus"] Preaching the converted 'cause it's all you know Music's dead because it's all about the money now And you don't even know who you are anymore "Put it out somehow" - and the business man laughs all the way to the bank and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud [2nd time only] and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud and you don't even know who owns you anymore "put it out somehow" - "put it out somehow" and the business man laughs all the way to the bank and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud Can you take it? [cadence] In our test of wills you got us for a song Music's dead you sold us out for much too long preaching the converted...... [verse 3] I've given you all I have but you say I must find more "I've got to dig deeper-I've got to see all the way within my soul" [verse 4] You may call it inspiration but I'd call it desperation We're wasting our moments for now reliving the past - again and again [repeat with "full chorus"] [bridge - ABA?] A game of tin soldiers is all that we're playing here but nobody wins Well it doesn't mean anything 'cause it isn't all your saying now But I hope I'm invited for the ride just in case we end our test of wills Yes I've seen much stranger things in my days...... [cadenza] Preaching still........... Preaching the converted in our test of wills................ |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
A writer like a blacksmith-forging works of iron
The jagged edges tempered into solid scripts for hire Solitary craftsman at his console merging audio discrete An ever changing soundscape sets the stage; the twains shall meet in a union strong Just like a working stiff He is a Songsmith In a strange synthesis "Restoration" announced It's the new riffs that count (no mainstream bore playing 13/4...) Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special fx conform to all his whims, an interpretive text But he'd sing for the masses if he just had the time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith Break out of silence-complete the curve The Songsmith maintaining his avant-garde nerve Innovation his palette-the urge and the test Adrenalin flowing, he can't even rest unless- Harmonic elements and special effects conform to all his whims, an interpretive text And he'd sing for the media if he had equal time with a vocal ideal and a long lyric line He is a Songsmith It's not too late for the Songsmith The curtain opens for creativity Give a backseat role to conspiracy Hear the signature and the melody of the author flow in polyphony Will the writer last? Will his trade survive? In a world of commerce Can he hope to thrive? If his final sequence is not contrived Keep him honest now just to keep him alive We need the Songsmith... |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
Crossing the line of demarcation
They took a passage to the west Dead reckoning they doubled back Into the north they anchored for bad weather San Martin and Magellan almost lost sight of the flagship The Santiago and Victoria led No sign of land altered the course Why not return for winter? No violation of direct royal orders The men, the officers, all cried "return" No captains that had discipline- rode the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sought a haven in an age of discovery... Extra precautions, setting anchor as they did Terrified, the crews made pledges back to Spain for pilgrimage Lighting fires at night to signal shipmates-at last deliverance from the fury of this godforsaken place they named the "bay of travail"- Ride the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sought a haven in an age of discovery... Genius or madman? So elusive were the straits Battered were the ships and men A stop for repairs in St. Julian The crew wanted to know the route they'd begun despite stirring exhortations for loyalty from Magellan Onboard Concepcion there was mutiny in demand And they moved to take the fleet at night with the knowledge there was blood on their hands But the tables turned-the remaining crew blocked the exit to the sea A sudden advantage for the general using ruthless strategy... Target chosen shrewdly of three vessels controlled by the mutineers High numbers of neutral foreigners on Victoria would not rise up against him. Pulling hard against an ebb Rebellion muted the message read: "No mistreatment, I'll do what's right" No heavy hand will rule the night On the mainmast high, we'll raise his flag court martial pending on Trinidad Condemned to death were forty more Mendoza "quartered" upon the shore Poetic justice coming swift and severe But how could he lose so many men? Commute the sentence for the sin Confined to quarters and distasteful labor Convicted conspirators fallen in his disfavor Philosophers and scholars began to challenge The true dimensions of the earth (new evidence uncovered) Finding the straits Magellan died triumphant but no vindication came in time No statesman, no royalty- Rode the high seas in storms and mutiny (with the enemy) Desperately they sailed the globe in a voyage of treachery Circumnavigation returning Victoria with twenty-one Determined by storms and mutiny he conquered the sea Though honor followed, a witness he would not be...... |
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from Magellan - Symphony For A Misanthrope (2005)
[Performed by Gardner / Walsh / Manion]
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from Magellan - Test Of Wills (1997)
Wish it could be prosperity
that's waiting around the corner All I can see is more agony I don't believe things are better Want it for you - want it for me let's do it and keep our sanity Always a fight - we both may be right too stubborn to see It's not adversity, it's polarity A balance that keeps the day Can't we agree to disagree? It just might work out this way Want it for you - want it for me Let's do it and keep our sanity All in the past so save it for last when you think of me 'Cause our finest hour is our darkest day To admit we're human- that there's more to life than we want to say In our test of wills did we turn to man? Did we look for answers- from a higher source than we understand? Gotta second chance if we will come clean now or it's all over. I gotta keep it- I gotta keep it going(keep it going) Conflict in everything must be defined look around - see the answers- I think you'll find Nothing is left to chance it's all design Deny it- pay the price? (or peace will find us...) In our test of wills did we turn to man? Did we look for answers- from a higher source than we understand? Gotta second chance if we will come clean now or it's all over I got to keep it going got to keep it going going got to keep it going Depression overwhelming me-a sign Burning out - can't believe it I know you feel it Lost in transgression may be it is time Decide if we're back together or divided 'Cause our finest hour is our darkest day to admit we're human- that there's more to life than we want to say In our test of wills did we turn to man? Did we look for answers- from a higher source than we understand? Gotta second chance if we will come clean now or it's all over A misunderstanding unraveling Flashing back the years Memories hopes and fears calling me home at last Now I'm taking refuge in the past All I can do for now If it's all the same to you... It it's all the same to you... I'll be there if it's all the same to you. But in the end-when everything's said and done Facing my own excuses and there's nowhere to run I should have been the only one to pay for all the times I heard you say- I was wrong to you..... I was wrong to you..... I was wrong to you..... Wake up. Wish it could be prosperity That's waiting around the corner All I can see is more agony I don't believe things are better Want it for you - want it for me Let's do it and keep our sanity Always a fight - we both may be right too stubborn to see 'Cause our finest hour is our darkest day To admit we're human- that there's more to life than we want to say In our test of wills did we turn to man? Did we look for answers- from a higher source than we understand? Gotta second chance if we will come clean now or it's all over............. |
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from Magellan - Hundred Year Flood (2002)
I was only four
I don't remember you I have seen your pictures my whole life Brother... in this great goodnight. A black frame still protects those two Letters from the President They start out: On this day in May 1966 For wounds received in action Still hanging here after all of this time Right next to your purple heart In this great goodnight. I do have this one hazy memory I think you had me up on your shoulders Playing on top of the world for a moment That couldn't last (it never does) I love this black and white of you Playing the harmonica like a giant at our old house Sitting on that green sofa You were only 19 but to this kid You were probably more like 43. I read an old clipping from the paper It said they prayed for you At the church Now I know everyone In the photograph Long before the memorial rose Looking so much different than today I haven't touched that stone of names But I have a tracing of yours On this day in May 1966 For wounds received in action Still hanging here after all of this time Right next to your purple heart In this great goodnight But for some unknown reason We never discussed it much growing up I pieced together the Whole story out of That old trunk left in the attic You'd been gone only 6 weeks When the Army brass came To the door knocking Breaking the news -breaking our hearts They broke the new to mom She took it worse than anyone She really believed- 'he didn't have to go The draft missed him by a mile' You could have walked away But instead you had your final day in Vietnam When they broke the new to mom All I can say... she took it worse than anyone She really believed he would make it back home 'He didn't have to go to Vietnam' Here is what thay said; They claymore went off and you went down And you would have been ok You would have been all right But they could not get to you The VC were everywhere So the orders came.... We can't pull Jack out For him it's getting late But a hundred men Won't see tomorrow If we don't quietly wait 'We can't pull Jack out'... You knew exactly What was happening -why nobody came You were a good soldier, Keeping still Holding out as long as you did On this day in May 1966... Within an hour you relaxed Somehow everything seemed ok Cause in your soul you knew Your time in Nam had passed away ...my brother. With your shirt wet with blood And your forehead cool You thanked the Lord For this Great Goodnight In this moment of acceptance This Great Goodnight Brought you a peace You'd never known In this Great Goodnight The war raging on In this Great Goodnight .....my brother.... But brother let me tell you It's what I know So maybe one day We can fill in the blanks Until we meet again - brother I'll choose this memory We'll keep remembering What you did In that great goodnight You couldn't hear the medic Yelling in your ear While you dreamed of this Kid back at home Saying pick me up So we can play Brother let me tell you - I remember And I think you made it In that Great Goodnight In fact, it's the only thing I remember From that Great Goodnight Well brother let me tell you... It's what I know. Maybe one day we will Stand together Until we meet again I'll choose this memory And thank you guys For what you did And what you tried to do In this Great Goodnight On this day in May For wounds received in action ...and now I see, my brother This is for you. And someday you will see that this song Was for you, my brother. Now that dat has joined you - I'm sure that he would agree Got a son on my shoulder And lots of work to do, brother. ...like was done with me. |
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from Magellan - Hundred Year Flood (2002)
I was only four
I don't remember you I have seen your pictures my whole life Brother... in this great goodnight. A black frame still protects those two Letters from the President They start out: On this day in May 1966 For wounds received in action Still hanging here after all of this time Right next to your purple heart In this great goodnight. I do have this one hazy memory I think you had me up on your shoulders Playing on top of the world for a moment That couldn't last (it never does) I love this black and white of you Playing the harmonica like a giant at our old house Sitting on that green sofa You were only 19 but to this kid You were probably more like 43. I read an old clipping from the paper It said they prayed for you At the church Now I know everyone In the photograph Long before the memorial rose Looking so much different than today I haven't touched that stone of names But I have a tracing of yours On this day in May 1966 For wounds received in action Still hanging here after all of this time Right next to your purple heart In this great goodnight But for some unknown reason We never discussed it much growing up I pieced together the Whole story out of That old trunk left in the attic You'd been gone only 6 weeks When the Army brass came To the door knocking Breaking the news -breaking our hearts They broke the new to mom She took it worse than anyone She really believed- 'he didn't have to go The draft missed him by a mile' You could have walked away But instead you had your final day in Vietnam When they broke the new to mom All I can say... she took it worse than anyone She really believed he would make it back home 'He didn't have to go to Vietnam' Here is what thay said; They claymore went off and you went down And you would have been ok You would have been all right But they could not get to you The VC were everywhere So the orders came.... We can't pull Jack out For him it's getting late But a hundred men Won't see tomorrow If we don't quietly wait 'We can't pull Jack out'... You knew exactly What was happening -why nobody came You were a good soldier, Keeping still Holding out as long as you did On this day in May 1966... Within an hour you relaxed Somehow everything seemed ok Cause in your soul you knew Your time in Nam had passed away ...my brother. With your shirt wet with blood And your forehead cool You thanked the Lord For this Great Goodnight In this moment of acceptance This Great Goodnight Brought you a peace You'd never known In this Great Goodnight The war raging on In this Great Goodnight .....my brother.... But brother let me tell you It's what I know So maybe one day We can fill in the blanks Until we meet again - brother I'll choose this memory We'll keep remembering What you did In that great goodnight You couldn't hear the medic Yelling in your ear While you dreamed of this Kid back at home Saying pick me up So we can play Brother let me tell you - I remember And I think you made it In that Great Goodnight In fact, it's the only thing I remember From that Great Goodnight Well brother let me tell you... It's what I know. Maybe one day we will Stand together Until we meet again I'll choose this memory And thank you guys For what you did And what you tried to do In this Great Goodnight On this day in May For wounds received in action ...and now I see, my brother This is for you. And someday you will see that this song Was for you, my brother. Now that dat has joined you - I'm sure that he would agree Got a son on my shoulder And lots of work to do, brother. ...like was done with me. |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
Welcome these players to your stage
Progressive, we cleverly syncopate These rhythms, in a key, in an overture Directing our experience into yours. Waiting here for a visionary Imagine living the new possibilities In a matter of time you're a Winner/success at hand/it's all In your future just take command. Anyone can be a winner We all want a winner Everybody wants one - We all want a winner. |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
We must search together or united we'll fall
Standing at the crossroad - just the two of us. Will you travel with me? I'll take the surest path In this Hour of Restoration... |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
Language and meter
Tools for a task Structure and movement There's logic at last Critical rave Misanthrope hired Humans want quickness So keep it under the wire "The pit and the pendulum" "The man of the crowd" "The tell tale heart" His characters move Baptism by fire The poet's survival kept under the wire...* |
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from Magellan - Hour Of Restoration (1991)
Magic land so far away - was
It worth the voyage in these days? The lives of soldiers thrown away In medieval claims to yesterday... Off the starboard bow/in the Heat of the night/we visualize Apocalypse in the fire fight, The parliament says "it's necessary" But Birmingham calls you home/ The neighborhood, the family, the Mind begins to roam. Ocean currents flowing/taking Vessels to a war/whether right Or wrong it's a moot point/as we Hit the shore/a former king's Residence/in the district of the North/the crown of England is risking All for sovereignty at Stanley Port. The Mission. The Mission. Don't Forget The Mission. But there's no way out/I don't want To stand here and fight anymore/ Please - couldn't we find a better way, I just saw somebody die. Waving the flag as he fell to the ground - While the locals rejoiced in liberation. So take those ice cold islands back - Almighty Union Jack/a thousand Victories will be behind you/in royal Fashion the colonies, the land swept up In the naval destruction out at sea. No wire to the U.K. - no moral Ground can prepare us to die at Falkland Sound.* So take those ice cold islands back Almighty Union Jack/a thousand Victories will be behind you/when will We learn to cease the fire/my friends In modern times - we need a better way. Because this place belongs to all of us Responsibility lies within each of us The revenge we seek will not conquer us... Listen. This place belongs to all of us Responsibility lies within each of us One earth, one mind can save us My friends the end is near us. |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
Experience machines that know your thoughts and know your dreams
a better way of seeing things you won't believe it's real Interact, you and I-there's a feeling lost we can't deny I've opened up. We never tried to simulate it all. Our love-it can be a virtual reality. If we learn by degrees that the place you stand I may not be in human change it's hard to see which barriers divide What appears to be real is just the thing we want to feel technology our saving grace-a guiding hand to touch the face Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love could go far if we just admit the truth of what we are Matters of perception making all of the difference now It's not the real world So take a harder look at compromise-for there is nothing to lose In our own image we can't create what we want to be I want to know if there's forgiveness within a virtual reality Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love, it can be a virtual reality Our love could go far But we have to face the truth of what we are not... Could we see clearer in a virtual reality? Could we be together in a virtual reality? Matters of perception making all of the difference now It's not the real world So take a harder look at compromise-for there is nothing to lose In our own image we can't create what we want to be I want to know if there's forgiveness within a virtual reality...... |
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from Magellan - Impending As Cension (1998)
We are the misfits with a broken horizon
Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone... Rank of the privileged on the evening commute Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way A beggar asks for money. It's a dollar you don't want to pay- To the Waterfront Weirdos For the Waterfront Weirdos Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find It's so damn hard to conceive 'till it looks you straight in the eye Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times and believe it... Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos. Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night Giving up-giving in Can't we hear their screaming from within...? My life spent standing here in the back of a line I'm living for the moment-yes, I'm living by the hour in a game of survival In a mood of resignation I'm not the man I am- meal ticket, waiting for a handout Things will change and somehow I'll get out I keep telling myself it won't last forever Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I'll rise again Resisting the end Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION I could not fake this for long How long am I supposed to take it lying down? I will not take this lying down! Many live on the edge Keep them out of sight out of mind In the end it is us picking up the pieces that we find On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear When will we wake up? Failures are mounting as the underclass grows every year and believe that- Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the Waterfront Weirdos It's so damn hard to believe 'till it looks you straight in the eye Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a nostalgic time and believe that- Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos. |
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from Magellan - Symphony For A Misanthrope (2005)
One man's playing piano and one man's drooling on the floor <BR>And one man's making missiles 'cause he wants to prevent a world war <BR>One man's disadvantaged just because his skin is black <BR>And one man's children starve to death but not the idiot savants <BR>No - not the idiot savants <BR>No - it can never be the idiot savants <BR> <BR>One man O.D.'ed on New Year's Eve <BR>His dealer too happy to grieve <BR>One man killed and another held out (the idiot savants) <BR>Stupid wisdom is what this world's about. <BR> <BR>We're so wise -so knowing -so understanding <BR>The questions of life are so undemanding <BR> <BR>So we grope and we hope that we'll find an answer <BR>I must be an idiot or just one hell of a dancer <BR>This one sings like an angel but she can't tie her shoes <BR>But this one likes everybody -he just can't stand to hear the news <BR> <BR>So what if my cousin's on the street <BR>There's someone there to help him <BR>This one don't wanna take care of the other two (the idiot savant) <BR>'cause he's thinking of things he'd rather do <BR> <BR>One man O.D.'ed on New Year's Eve <BR>His dealer too happy to grieve <BR>One man killed and another held out (the idiot savants) <BR>Stupid wisdom is what this world's about <BR> <BR>This guy can't even write his name <BR>That lady thinks she's going insane <BR>This time I'll find another home <BR>Not so heavy 'cause I'd rather be alone...
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