As the stars begin to fall away Our breath as close as a summers' day I open my eyes and look up to the skies and I dream A moment of magic as we lay As candles flicker and the shadows play I open my eyes and look up to the skies and I dream Dream that a new life will be born Kicking and screaming into the world Tolerance threshold low Bowing to demands of a guilty conscience And out of your control Innocent eyes tell forgivable lies In a spirit that's so pure Marching into the madness of youth And no hope of a cure He's trying he's fighting all the laws of gravity No signs of achievement no responsibility In a world of his own Cos the right of the world pushed him oh too far But his Mother always said he was good as gold (x3) Tricking and scheming into the world Flying his flag so high From the turret of a battle tank Drowned out by his own war cry He's trying he's fighting all the laws of gravity No signs of achievement no responsibility In a world of his own Cos the right of the world pushed him oh too far But his Mother always said he was good as gold (x4)
Nick Barrettt is a GENIUS!! Musically and lyrically.
As near a perfect melodic (prog) rock album as you can get, every song!
As the stars begin to fall away
Our breath as close as a summers' day
I open my eyes and look up to the skies and I dream
A moment of magic as we lay
As candles flicker and the shadows play
I open my eyes and look up to the skies and I dream
Dream that a new life will be born
Kicking and screaming into the world
Tolerance threshold low
Bowing to demands of a guilty conscience
And out of your control
Innocent eyes tell forgivable lies
In a spirit that's so pure
Marching into the madness of youth
And no hope of a cure
He's trying he's fighting all the laws of gravity
No signs of achievement no responsibility
In a world of his own
Cos the right of the world pushed him oh too far
But his Mother always said he was good as gold (x3)
Tricking and scheming into the world
Flying his flag so high
From the turret of a battle tank
Drowned out by his own war cry
He's trying he's fighting all the laws of gravity
No signs of achievement no responsibility
In a world of his own
Cos the right of the world pushed him oh too far
But his Mother always said he was good as gold (x4)
This is my favorite of all Pendragon songs! And that is saying something. :)
Why it says something now?
As Good As Gold this is Gold Prog
Una obra maestra!
Still my favorite progressive rock band !
The perfect album, sound, interpretation, máster piece...
Una delicia auditiva
That's right...
to jest to
Best~
Fuck yea
Right around 5:50 is this Bon Jovi?