Monday, 25 August 2008
I know, a contradiction !
If dreams are a shadow
Of love, fame and fortune
That adorn the night
Some fade away quickly
And lose all their meaning
In the morning light
Yes some dreams are lifeless
They're light entertainment
Meaning nothing more
But there are dreams holding promise
And pure inspiration worth waiting for
Save me a dream
As perfect as the night is long
Save me a dream
As secure as your arms
A shelter where we both belong
And our love can bring the stars
Even closer than they seem
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream
Some call you crazy
Convinced that you're lazy
If you dream by day
When we re dreaming, we're listening
If somebody's whispering
Who knows what they'll say
Some find a purpose
A sense of direction
In a wandering mind
If ideas are prizes like children of angels
Who knows what we'll find
Save me a dream
As perfect as the night is long
Save me a dream
As secure as your arms
A shelter where we both belong
And our love can bring the stars
Even closer than they seem
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream
Save me a place in your heart
And save me a dream
Monday, 18 August 2008
The day after !
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Epitaph
“The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying”.
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
As silence drowns the screams.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
and laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying”.
Labels:
Apocalypse now,
Epitaph,
King Crimson,
Music
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