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King of Shadows
09:42
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King of Shadows
The sun is shining but it gives no warmth
The King of Shadows laughs his perfect laugh
Once a trickster, a force of nature
Lover’s bane, a maiden’s pleasure.
He was the missing wedding ring
The twisted rhymes the children sing
The circled wheat, the midnight feast
The candle corpse, the panicked priest.
Was he laughing for us all?
Before we turned away?
Now he rides the roaring sky
And works for judgement day.
Are the fields of England still as bright
In the ring-tones of their dreams?
Do eyes the burn in forest wounds
Glow as brightly as their screens?
They have spears of steel with tails of fire
And ranks of smart machines
Secret names untimely ripped
Like serpents will deceive
The King sits on his fractal throne
He’s the code of the virus
The ghost on the phone
The stealth and evasion
The crash and the freeze
He’s the glitch in the software
The sex-spread disease
Why did we all turn away
From the Shadow King
The brighter day?
Without the light a shadow dies
The siren screams, the needle bites.
We’re lost without the laughing King
We smell the truth but we eat the spin.
We bite our wounds and curse the skies
And no one knows if we’ll survive.
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Fools Parade
09:25
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Medusa
09:23
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Medusa
I seek the company of Angels
But they have their Demon side
So I sometimes seek the deeper truths
With the creatures of the night.
And so I ride the Tempest
And watch the Big-bang flash
And I wake up in the morning
Like a piece of driftwood trash.
Then the bells ring like a torment
And the doors are open wide
I step across the threshold
And your eyes freeze me from inside.
Then I catch a vision
Of your hair across the sky
Like Serpents wrapped in morning fire
A comet of desire.
You're walking through your Cathedral
In the shelter of the rain
And a thousand Gargoyles wash their Praise
From their mouths into the drains.
And you hide between the columns
Beneath the chambers of your heart.
If I catch you in the mirror
I will see the truth at last.
You're like Midas in a Gucci dress
Your stop the hearts of all you bless
Turn to Gold, or turn to Stone
That way you'll never sleep alone.
Your beauty burns all those you see
Corrupts the love of those who need
Locked in stone and never free
The statue weeps, the stone can bleed.
Chorus:
Turn to Stone, Turn to Stone
Pour your praise onto my feet.
If you catch my eye you'll turn to stone
And see through my deceit.
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Out Of Nothing
08:35
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The Tower
18:41
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The Tower
"Some stories are a circle
Some serpents eat their tails
Some begin with storms and end with storms
And no-ones souls are saved.
I can feel the darkness rising
And the shipwrecked sailors cries.
The waves are crashing in my head
To wash the fire out from my eye"
He was a watcher, silent and brave
Searching the driftwood for something to save.
She was an orphan, a child of the storm
Torn by the tempest, cold and alone.
She spoke of voices, fathom deep
Of waves that whispered "Guide us home"
She woke him from his sleep
And told him of the tower of stone.
Her tears of salt and sanctuary
And love would never set him free
And so he built upon her madness
On the cliffs above the sea.
His love was like a guiding fire
Burning doubt and fear away.
His lighthouse was a silver spire,
Through turning tides and ocean spray.
But their waiting seemed eternal, and his love for her grew dim.
He was locked inside her madness, her prison broke his will.
Then one night, the sea stopped singing
The waves withheld their song.
Deafened by the silence
All she knew, she knew was wrong.
Twisted like a corkscrew, up the endless stair
Jumping through the window, swimming through the air.
The moon put down a pathway, the tower a bridge of light.
Where no net could catch her, she vanished from his sight.
Now he's as empty as the seashell, he holds up to his ear
He waits forever by the sea for a voice he'll never hear.
He says time is not a river, that flows into the past
It's an ocean filled with 'might have beens and loves that never last.
All we write, we write upon the sand
For time to wash away.
And when the sea reclaims the land
There'll be nothing left to say.
"Some stories are a circle
Some serpents eat their tails
Some begin with storms and end with storms
And no-ones souls are saved."
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Stealing The Fire Norwich, UK
Stealing The Fire combine classic 70’s Prog influences with elements of modern Prog, folk, space rock and electronica to create a melodic and harmonic feast to please even the most jaded prog palate. Long instrumentals featuring complex guitar and keyboard lines alternate with songs highlighting Saff’s extraordinary vocals. Welcome to Progressive rock from the wild flatlands of Eastern England. ... more
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