Rick Wakeman [피아노,키보드,하프시코드,오르간,씬디사이저,프로듀서]

> Don't you know we're sick and tired of talking
Don't you know the gap has grown too wide
You think you know the answers to all our problems
But you only ever see one side
Glory to the boys that beat the system
Glory to the boys that live to die
Even tho' the odds are stacked against us
Glory to the boys, glory to the boys
You'll never ever stop us when we try
Glory boys are all around you
Doesn't matter where we hide
We can always breed new winners
Fighting fair is not our style
Now you know we're really up against it (now you know)
Condemn us all you like we're here to stay
Your new laws aren't printed in our rule book (rule book)
Glory boys won't go away
Glory to the boys that beat the system
Glory to the boys that live to die
Even tho' the odds are stacked against us
You'll never ever stop us when you try
As we try, god knows why, you know why
(Glory to the boys)
Glory boys are all around you (glory to the boys)
Glory boys are all around you (glory to the boys)
Glory boys are all around you (glory to the boys)
Glory boys (glory boys)
Glory boys (glory boys)
Glory boys (glory boys)
Glory boys

Coombes

Politician's fighting hard to win
Getting a good position so he won't have to lose again
The battle's always on, working against disgrace
He has to win you over, well it's always the case
Ends up saving face.

Delegations flying in
Happiest relations, smiling faces, shaking hands
The battle's always on, working against displacement
They have to win them over if it's only a case
Of saving space.

No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself
I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free.

Still the seasons come and go
Bad influences pile up like the dirty driven snow
Turn off the news, I really don't want to know
If there was anywhere left to go, well I think I'd want to go
'Cause I really don't like the show.

No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself
I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free.

Cousins

I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea
The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free
I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost
She said she was expensive but I did not mind the cost
I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

I rang the bell of freedom, drank from the well of plenty
The milk of human kindness was succour to my soul
I took her to the mast head and showed her my conditions
She promised me the cargo that she carried in her hold.

The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped
I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped
A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way
For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay
Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?
Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ?

Cousins

Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ?
Admired by countless thousands who attempt to read the secrets
Of his vision of his very soul.

Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ?
Or is it but a still life of his own interpretation
Of the way that God had made us in the image of His eye ?

Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ?
Touched by fleeting strangers who desire to feel the strength of hands
That realised a form of life.

Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ?
Or is it but the tenderness with which his hands were guided
To discard the unessentials and reveal the perfect truth ?

Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ?
Heard in every corner of the theatre of cruelty
That masks the humour in his speech.

Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ?
Or is it but the character of any single member of the audience
That forms the plot of each and every play ?

Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ?
Tongue black, still and swollen, his eyes staring from their sockets
He is silent now, will sing no more.

Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ?
Or is it but his conscience, insecurity and loneliness
When destiny becomes at last the cause of his demise ?

Lambert

Listen to my story, I've got something I must say
All about a new experience that came to me today
Well I don't want your sudden changes, I don't need your New York zoo
But I want some understanding 'cause I think I'm going to lose
Yes I think I'm going to lose.

Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
That leads you where you just don't want to go
Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are.

Well it might have been in Texas and it could be New Orleans
But it doesn't really matter 'cause it's only in my dreams
In the places where I travel and the people that I meet
All I know is what I'm fighting for, it's you I really need
Yes, it's you I really need.

Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
That leads you where you just don't want to go
Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are.

In the middle of time, I'm going to be thinking about you
Take a look at yourself, you know I just can't live without you.

Ohhhh …

Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
That leads you where you just don't want to go
Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are.

Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
That leads you where you just don't want to go
Take me home, little sleepy, you don't have to take that train
This little rock and roller's going to show you what you are.

Cousins

The rose buds are hard and firm
Erect and proud they stand on slender stems
Wrapped in silk and tied with a velvet ribbon.

'Tie the ribbon in my hair' - she says
'Your gentle touch upon my brow'
'Can make me close my eyes in sleepy pleasure'.

Low the candle burns
And flickers shadows on the wall
It's crimson lips are closing 'round the flame.

As the flame dies
So shall our live die ?
The roses stoop lower as their petals fall
So shall our love die ?

'What is it ?' - she says
'Nothing' - say I
'Nothing but the West wind, the wind of change'.

I am the depth of age of the mountain
Yet still you believe to know how to be free
You are the life of the stars in the night sky
As constant much brighter yet younger than me

But I am the echo that calls you forever
The conscience that shows you the way to belong
And if you allow me I'll love you forever
And make you the voice of the words of my song

Cousins

The gilt-edged invitation came and I said : 'What can this mean ?'
'To attend the coronation as the first guest of the Queen'
'And sit upon her right hand where the Prince is normally seen ?'
The maids of honour stared at me and registered surprise
To see a man of such good taste appear before their eyes
Now bring rather humble, I adopted a disguise
As the Minister of State for Mass Environment Controls
Who condemn the working classes for inhabiting the holes
That belong to Queen and Country but do not permit their souls
To be free like me
To be free like me
Oh to be free.

The perspex chandelier began to melt and slip away
One million candle-powered, it kept the night at bay
While the power station workers were busy making hay
The workers in the fields were engaged in self-defence
Which involved the use of barbed wire as a self-containing fence
But as a means of self-protection, it was needlessly immense
I stopped to ask them for a light, they pointed at the sun
Which raised their hopes of harvesting a better crop than guns
Can ever mass produce at the expense of anyone
Who is free like me
Who is free like me
Oh who is free.

The solitary peasant in his home above the lake
Raised high on wooden stilts, has made the singular mistake
Of revolutionary conduct at the celebration wake
His urban counterpart engaged in mundane occupation
Enjoys the chance of laughing at the Queen's humiliation
At the hands of Ministers of State for Rehabilitation
Now the power station worker though his aim is too disjointed
Finds himself around the corner while his gun is never pointed
He is ever at the ready, he desires to be annointed
And be free like me
And be free like me
And be free like me
Oh and be free.

Cousins

The willows stand on guard in the dark
Where lovers are rowing alone in the park
In awe of each other they make a mistake
And find they must spend one more night on the lake.

And I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose
I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, ooh.

The blossom has fallen before the West wind
The butterfly lies with its silken wings pinned
Alone in the temple the lovers rejoice
And sing to each other with one single voice.

And I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose
I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie.

I wear my silk kimono black
Get your monkey off my back
No matter where the West wind blows
You'll never find a fallen rose.

The flowers of heaven are roses in bloom
The East wind turns West in the walls of my room
I build my defence in the palace of sin
The lovers make home and the loser must win.

And I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo rose
I don't care if anyone knows
There's no one so fair as my Tokyo Rosie, my Tokyo Rosie, oh Rosie, Rosie.

She leaned forward in the lamplight
In her eyes an amber glow
She was promising the earth
And yet somehow saying no
We talked of pleasant summer days
Kew Gardens, Hampton Court
The jewellers where we bought the ring that bound us close together
Oh, how she changed with ever passing day

In the swirling misty morning
As the day begins to break
In the heavy dew her footsteps
I am floundering in her wake
Oh, how she changed with every passing day

The shutters of indifference
Have closed to bar the view
A person I once knew
Oh, how she changed with every passing day

The fragile gentle butterfly with multi-coloured wings
Settles on the toadstools in the midst of fairy rings
Midsummer sounds of tinkle bells as sweet Titania sings
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?

And I will have a castle with a drawbridge and a moat
And light my open fires with a brand new five pound note
And go off on a winter cruise in a bright red sailing boat
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?

Pick the golden casket and you'll get what you deserve
Yards of pure white chiffon falling in a graceful curve
Crystal-clear cut chandeliers, orchids in a bowl
Mulled wine by the fire and the finest ermine stole

The water melon moon makes gentle progress in the sky
Upside down it's floating as the satellites go by
And you can hold a conversation if you're not too high
Or am I dreaming?
Or am I dreaming?

The magic mountain music man
Is really rather shy
Or am I dreaming?

Pieces of 79 and 15
Drifting along a jumbly scene
Pieces of 79 and 15
Drifting along a jumbly scene

79 out of work people
Sitting on top of a barbarous pole
Strippers who like it and fancy a bit
And parties and songs in the night

15 more people but mostly the same
Girls down with love tell me what can you do?
Seeing your friends down a hole in the ground
With the ceiling and walls falling down.

Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes
And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes
Didn't know how to go about it
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

All the boys used to tease him I know I did it
And he was my friend
At school we were always close together
Hardly a day I didn't see him
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

He used to go out for walks on his own
With no-one to talk to at all
He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark
Feeling quite incredibly small

He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening
Around about five
When along came a lady, a total stranger
Wanted young Jimmy to go with her
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly
So he went along
And the lady who was lonely gave him tea
And she was his friend forever after
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye I could see it
And he stuttered sometimes
And he needed a girlfriend nighttimes
Didn't know how to go about it
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

All the boys used to tease him I know I did it
And he was my friend
At school we were always close together
Hardly a day I didn't see him
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

He used to go out for walks on his own
With no-one to talk to at all
He'd walk in the park 'til the evening grew dark
Feeling quite incredibly small

He was sitting in the park one Sunday evening
Around about five
When along came a lady, a total stranger
Wanted young Jimmy to go with her
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

Well she was so persuasive and seemed quite friendly
So he went along
And the lady who was lonely gave him tea
And she was his friend forever after
Poor Jimmy Wilson
Poor Jimmy Wilson

My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says
Time will tell whether she can change her ways
It might take years, it might even take always
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

Your picture melts before my tired eyes
And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise
You'll change again that's what I've been told
But don't take long I might get too old
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

Take it easy but take it slow
For who knows which way next that wind will blow
Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to
And I'll make out like I never knew
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

My ship sails in on a cloud of broken promises
It's just not true not a single word she says
Time will tell whether she can change her ways
It might take years, it might even take always
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

Your picture melts before my tired eyes
And all it leaves is just a trace of paradise
You'll change again that's what I've been told
But don't take long I might get too old
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

Take it easy but take it slow
For who knows which way next that wind will blow
Time goes by just as quickly as I want it to
And I'll make out like I never knew
Tell me what you see in me
I'll tell you what I see in you

If in some capricious moment
I should give you cause to fear
Then you have but to remember
That my being is mere
Fortune
For the rules have been laid down
To guide the thoughts of those who stray

If in some deserted hour
We should murmur last goodbyes
With the snowflakes falling softly
As the tears well in your eyes
Then we kiss but once and walk away
Never turning round
And the snow falls on our footsteps
Leaving nothing to be found

And my life is yet determined
By the span of what it holds
And the span grows ever shorter
As my lifetime folds
Away.

In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp
But the shiver came not from the cold
And spread throughout the camp
The trembling horses sensed the fear
Of silent thoughtful men
Who prayed that wives and families
Might see them once again

The Bishops sent a dawn patrol
To investigate the weight
Of forces at the King's command
Ensconced behind the gate
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew close enough to show
The sentries on the battlements
And an archer drew his bow

From the topmost tower a sentry fell
As an arrow pierced his skull
And his headlong flight into the moat
Seemed that of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free

The King's men took communion
As the first rays of the sun
Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
The fatal day begun
From the castle green the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the east
To their carrion minds the battlefield
Set a table for a feast

A tide of black, the Bishop's men
Equality their right
Swarmed like ants across the hill
Their aim at last in sight
The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its course

The Bishops gave the order
"No mercy to be shown
The sacrifice will reap rewards
When the King is overthrown"
The sight of children lying dead
Made hardened soldiers weep
The outer walls began to fall
They moved towards the keep

The rooks surveyed the battlefield
Their hungry beady eyes
Revelled in the sight of death
Showing no surprise
The pressure mounted steadily
As the Bishops neared the gate
And the desperate King called to his knights
"It's your lives or the state"

When the anxious King began to fail
As many thought he might
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
And urged the men to fight
The Bishops' men were tiring
As the afternoon grew late
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
And poured out through the gate

They fought their way across the bridge
The men like falling leaves
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle cleaves
The tide receded up the hill
The waste of reclaimed land
Once decaying swamp became
A shore of pure white sand

A blinded priest was seen to bless
Both dying and the dead
As he stumbled through the battlefield
His cassock running red
If uniform were black or white
His eyes could never see
And death made no distinction
Whatever man he be

As darkness fell both camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain like cattle
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
The victors of the battle
At evensong the camps reviewed
Their sad depleted ranks
As survivors of the battle
Gave God their grateful thanks

In the early dawn the Bishop's men
Shivered in the damp
But the shiver came not from the cold
And spread throughout the camp
The trembling horses sensed the fear
Of silent thoughtful men
Who prayed that wives and families
Might see them once again

The Bishops sent a dawn patrol
To investigate the weight
Of forces at the King's command
Ensconced behind the gate
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
As they drew close enough to show
The sentries on the battlements
And an archer drew his bow

From the topmost tower a sentry fell
As an arrow pierced his skull
And his headlong flight into the moat
Seemed that of a gull
The patrol reported little
There was nothing much to see
But the strong and silent castle
A symbol of the free

The King's men took communion
As the first rays of the sun
Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
The fatal day begun
From the castle green the rooks took flight
To the high trees in the east
To their carrion minds the battlefield
Set a table for a feast

A tide of black, the Bishop's men
Equality their right
Swarmed like ants across the hill
Their aim at last in sight
The King's men dressed in purest white
Were driven back by force
And the fighting grew more violent
As the battle took its course

The Bishops gave the order
"No mercy to be shown
The sacrifice will reap rewards
When the King is overthrown"
The sight of children lying dead
Made hardened soldiers weep
The outer walls began to fall
They moved towards the keep

The rooks surveyed the battlefield
Their hungry beady eyes
Revelled in the sight of death
Showing no surprise
The pressure mounted steadily
As the Bishops neared the gate
And the desperate King called to his knights
"It's your lives or the state"

When the anxious King began to fail
As many thought he might
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
And urged the men to fight
The Bishops' men were tiring
As the afternoon grew late
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
And poured out through the gate

They fought their way across the bridge
The men like falling leaves
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
The vicious sickle cleaves
The tide receded up the hill
The waste of reclaimed land
Once decaying swamp became
A shore of pure white sand

A blinded priest was seen to bless
Both dying and the dead
As he stumbled through the battlefield
His cassock running red
If uniform were black or white
His eyes could never see
And death made no distinction
Whatever man he be

As darkness fell both camps withdrew
Their soldiers slain like cattle
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
The victors of the battle
At evensong the camps reviewed
Their sad depleted ranks
As survivors of the battle
Gave God their grateful thanks

He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes
And said "You know I'm Jesus" and I must have looked surprised
Because he said "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands
But I've got a way to prove it" and he lifted up his hands
He was the man who called himself Jesus

For a minute I was speechless then I looked into his face
With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race
And I said "You must be joking" but he slowly shook his head
And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead."
He was the man who called himself Jesus

He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach
And I said "Well try a church, or maybe Brighton Beach"
And I was trying to be serious but he didn't seem impressed
He said "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest."
He was the man who called himself Jesus

I was really quite embarrassed he was looking so sincere
So I said "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer?"
Then he asked me if I meant it and he gave a funny smile
And said he'd rather like that and he hung around a while
He was the man who called himself Jesus

On the way he stopped to pat little children's heads
And taught them one line prayers to say when they went off to their beds
But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide-eyed
And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried
He was the man who called himself Jesus

In the pub I asked him if he'd tried to see the Pope
And he said although he'd thought about it there was really not a hope
Then he said he thought he'd better go he had some work to do
He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two
He was the man who called himself Jesus

Well after he had gone I thought of what he'd said
And all his funny actions kept on running through my head
And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud
It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood
He was the man who called himself Jesus

Cousins

Wake up one day, you're left alone
From now on you're on your own
The sands of time are running low
You'll have nothing left to show
The months slip by and change to years
Soon the twilight gloom appears
And then one day before you know
You'll have nothing left to show.

Where is this dream of your youth ?

The pictures on the walls are shaking
They can hear the storm a-breaking
Storms may come and storms may go
You'll have nothing left to show
Buildings all around are trembling
They can hear the earth a-rumbling
Buildings come and buildings go
You'll have nothing left to show.

Where is this dream of your youth ?

Tomorrow brings another dawn
It might be better from now on
Before too long that day will go
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show.

Where is this dream of your youth ?

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side

Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic laair,
One star for us to share,
We continue on our prayer.

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped beneath the earth,
An embryo at birth

Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, where no other man has been
Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave,
My final blow I wave,
A life too late to save

Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.


Five days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise

Rising out of the angry sea, towered the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters closed for battle

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed as one and cried
"Save me, save me, save me, save me"

The serpents' fight went on for hours, two monsters soaring up like towers
And driving downn to the depths in a single motion

Suddenly, the serpent's head, shot out of the water bathed in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the ocean

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God."

Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth

Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been

Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been

The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light

Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream

Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age

Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as one and ran.

The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be
Where the paths of wisdom lead
Distant is the shadow of the setting sun

Bless the daytime
Bless the night
Bless the sun which gives us light
Bless the thunder
Bless the rain
Bless all those who cause us pain

Yellow stars may lead the way
All diversions lead astray
While his resolution holds
Fortune and good will will surely follow him

Bless the free man
Bless the slave
Bless the hero in his grave
Bless the soldier
Bless the saint
Bless all those whose hearts grow faint