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6 BONUS TRACKS

THE CITY IN THE SEA
LO! DEATH REARED HIMSELF A THRONE
IN A STRANGE CITY LYING ALONE
FAR DOWN WITHIN THE DIM WEST
WHERE GOOD AND BAD AND WORST AND BEST
WENT TO ETERNAL REST

BUT LIGHT – FROM OUT THE LURID SEA
STREAMS UP – THE TURRETS SILENTLY
GLEAMS UP – PINNACLES FAR AND FREE
- THE CITY IN THE SEA


NO RAINS FROM HOLY HEAVEN COME DOWN
ON THE LONG NIGHTTIME OF THAT TOWN
THERE SHRINES AND PALACES AND TOWERS
RESEMBLE NOTHING THAT IS OURS
RESIGNEDLY BENEATH THE SKY
THE MELANCHOLY WATERS LIE

BUT LIGHT – FROM OUT THE LURID SEA
STREAMS UP – THE TURRETS SILENTLY
GLEAMS UP – PINNACLES FAR AND FREE
- THE CITY IN THE SEA

SO BLEND THE TURRETS AND SHADOWS THERE
THAT ALL SEEM PENDULOUS IN THE AIR
WHILE FROM A PROUD TOWER IN TOWN
DEATH LOOKS GIGANTICALLY DOWN
RESIGNEDLY BENEATH THE SKY
THE MELANCHOLY WATERS LIE

BUT LIGHT – FROM OUT THE LURID SEA
STREAMS UP – THE TURRETS SILENTLY
GLEAMS UP – PINNACLES FAR AND FREE
- THE CITY IN THE SEA

[according to the poem „The City in the Sea“ by Edgar Allan Poe,
music by val3]

DREAMS
OH, THAT MY YOUNG LIFE WERE BUT A LASTING DREAM
MY SPIRIT NOT AWAK'NING TILL THE BEAM
OF AN ETERNITY SHOULD BRING THE MORROW
YES! THOUGH THAT LONG DREAM WERE OF HOPELESS SORROW

'TWERE BETTER THAN THE COLD REALITY
OF WAKING LIFE, TO HIM WHOSE HEART MUST BE
AND HATH BEEN STILL, UPON THE LOVELY EARTH
A CHAOS OF DEEP PASSION, FROM HIS BIRTH

BUT SHOULD IT BE THAT DREAM ETERNALLY
CONTINUING – AS DREAMS HAVE BEEN TO ME
IN MY YOUNG BOYHOOD – SHOULD THUS IT BE GIVEN
'TWERE FOLLY STILL TO HOPE FOR HIGHER HEAVEN

DREAMS! IN THEIR VIVID COLORING OF LIFE
IN THAT FLEETING, SHADOWY, MISTY STRIFE
DREAMS! OF SEMBLANCE WITH REALITY THAT BRINGS
TO DELIRIOUS EYE, MORE LOVELY THINGS

FROM MY OWN HOME, WITH BEINGS THAT HAVE BEEN
OF MINE OWN THOUGHT – WHAT MORE COULD I HAVE SEEN?
'TWAS ONCE – AND ONLY ONCE – AND THE WILD HOUR
FROM MY REMEMBRANCE SHALL NOT PASS – SOME POW'R

OR SPELL HAD BOUND ME – 'TWAS THE CHILLY WIND
CAME O'ER ME IN THE NIGHT, AND LEFT BEHIND
ITS IMAGE ON MY SPIRIT – OR THE MOON
SHONE ON MY SLUMBERS IN HER LOFTY NOON

TOO COLDLY – OR THE STARS – HOWE'ER IT WAS
THAT DREAM WAS ON THE NIGHT WIND – LET IT PASS
I HAVE BEEN HAPPY, THOUGH BUT IN A DREAM
I HAVE BEEN HAPPY – AND I LOVE THE THEME:

DREAMS! IN THEIR VIVID COLORING OF LIFE
IN THAT FLEETING, SHADOWY, MISTY STRIFE
DREAMS! OF SEMBLANCE WITH REALITY THAT BRINGS
TO DELIRIOUS EYE, MORE LOVELY THINGS

[according to the poem „Dreams“ by Edgar Allan Poe,
music by val3]

TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
BEFORE I CAME UPON THIS EARTH
I KNOW I LIVED IN GLADNESS
FOR AGES AS AN ANGEL. BIRTH
HAS CAUSED MY PRESENT SADNESS

MY SOUL WAS ONCE HEAVENLY DOVE
DO YOU, IN HEAVEN'S DOMAINS
LET FALL A PINION FROM ABOVE
UPON THIS - BIRD'S REMAINS

TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
I MOAN THE SONG OF NIGHT
TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
TO HIS MANSION GLEAMING BRIGHT


YES IT'S MY MISFORTUNE NOW
TO HANG BETWEEN TWO TIES
TO HOLD WITHIN MY FURROWED BROW
THE EARTH'S CLAY, AND THE SKIES

ALAS THE PAIN OF BEING MAN
OF DREAMING OVER MY FALL
FINDING HEAVEN WITHIN MY SPAN
YET BEING BUT A PALL

TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
I MOAN THE SONG OF NIGHT
TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
TO HIS MANSION GLEAMING BRIGHT


I AM THE FUGITIVE WHO FAR
FROM HOME HAS TAKEN FLIGHT
ALONG WITH OWL AND EVENING STAR
I MOAN THE SONG OF NIGHT

WITH TONES LOVING AND BECKONING HAND
YOU SAY „BEYOND THE NIGHT
I CATCH A GLIMPSE UPON THE STRAND
OF YOUR MANSION GLEAMING BRIGHT“

TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
I MOAN THE SONG OF NIGHT
TO THE INVISIBLE ONE
TO HIS MANSION GLEAMING BRIGHT

[from Victor Hugo's poem „Á celle qui est voilée“,
music by val3]

ONCE BY THE PACIFIC
THE SHATTERED WATER MADE A MISTY DIN
GREAT WAVES LOOKED OVER OTHERS COMING IN
AND THOUGHT OF DOING SOMETHING TO THE SHORE
THAT WATER NEVER DID THE LAND BEFORE

THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN OCEAN WATER BROKEN
BEFORE GOD'S LAST 'PUT OUT THE LIGHT' WAS SPOKEN


THE CLOUDS WERE LOW AND HAIRY IN THE SKIES
LIKE LOCKS BLOWN FORWARD IN THE GLEAM OF EYES
YOU COULD NOT TELL, AND YET IT LOOKED AS IF
THE SHORE WAS LUCKY IN BEING BACKED BY CLIFF

THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN OCEAN WATER BROKEN
BEFORE GOD'S LAST 'PUT OUT THE LIGHT' WAS SPOKEN

THE CLIFF IN BEING BACKED BY CONTINENT
IT LOOKED AS IF THE NIGHT OF DARK INTENT
WAS COMING, AND NOT ONLY A NIGHT, AN AGE
SOMEONE HAD BETTER BE PREPARED FOR RAGE

THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN OCEAN WATER BROKEN
BEFORE GOD'S LAST 'PUT OUT THE LIGHT' WAS SPOKEN

[according to the poem „Once by the Pacific“ by Robert Frost,
music by val3]

RIVER OF TIME
THUS THE SEER, WITH VISION CLEAR
SEES FORMS APPEAR AND DISAPPEAR
IN THE PERPETUAL ROUND OF STRANGE
- MYSTERIOUS CHANGE

HIS WONDERING EYES REVEAL
THE UNIVERSE, AS IMMEASURABLE WHEEL
TURNING FOR EVERMORE BY LINE
IN RAPID RUSHING - RIVER OF TIME

RIVER OF TIME (RIVER OF TIME)
RIVER OF TIME (RIVER OF TIME)


FROM BIRTH TO DEATH, FROM DEATH TO BIRTH
FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN, FROM HEAVEN TO EARTH
TILL GLIMPSES MORE SUBLIME
OF THINGS UNSEEN BEFORE OUR TIME

UNTO HIS WONDERING EYES REVEAL
THE UNIVERSE, AS IMMEASURABLE WHEEL
TURNING FOR EVERMORE BY LINE
IN RAPID RUSHING - RIVER OF TIME
RIVER OF TIME (RIVER OF TIME)
RIVER OF TIME (RIVER OF TIME)

[according to the poem „Rain in Summer“ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
music by val3]

I SHALL GO AGAIN TO THE BLEAK SHORE
WHAT MY LIPS HAVE KISSED AND WHERE AND WHY
- FORGOTTEN GHOSTS TONIGHT, THAT TAP AND SIGH
I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT MY ARMS HAVE LAIN
UNDER MY HEAD TILL MORNING; BUT THE RAIN
IS FULL OF GHOSTS THAT TONIGHT TAP AND SIGH
UPON THE GLASS - AND LISTEN FOR REPLAY

I'LL BUILD A SHANTY ON THE SAND
IN SUCH A WAY THAT THE EXTREMEST BAND
OF BREETLE SEAWEED WILL ESCAPE MY DOOR
BUT BY A YARD OR TWO; AND NEVERMORE
SHALL I RETURN TO TAKE YOUR HAND
I SHALL BE GONE - TO WHAT I UNDERSTAND


THE WORDS THAT LAY A MOMENT ON YOUR TONGUE
A LITTLE UNDERSAID AND UNDERSUNG
ARE ONE WITH ALL THAT IN A MOMENT DIES
WITH LOVE THAT STOOD - A MOMENT IN YOUR EYES

AND HAPPIER THAN I EVER WAS BEFORE
I SHALL GO AGAIN - TO THE BLEAK SHORE
AND I SHALL FIND THE SULLEN ROCKS AND SKIES
UNCHANGED FROM WHAT THEY WERE
– WHEN I WAS YOUNG

[according to the poems „What My Lips Have Kissed, and Where and Why“/“
„I Shall Go Back Again to the Bleak Shore“ by Edna St. Vincent Millay,
music by val3]

























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