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King Of Shadows

by Stealing The Fire

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8000 Miles This is some great prog rock. I feel transported in my memories of how cool prog rock was in its early days and refreshed as I listen now to the quality of this album. Absolutely hits all the right notes!
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guspanet Great band. Eclectic and with plenty of technicals resources. Sounds very good. Favorite track: The Tower.
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1.
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
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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The Tower 18:41
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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"The closing track on the album is The Tower, at eighteen plus minutes in length a bona fide prog epic of love, loss, myth, and isolation. It’s a veritable smorgasbord of wistful acoustic to space rock to flighty pop to hard rock and gospel-tinged ballad. It’s a time-warp with plenty of retro sounds and styles that evoke happier times and climes, and rightly so in these days where escapism is the best policy."
David Pearson - The Spirit of Progressive Rock

"Stealing the Fire has stuck to their guns and still plays a style that echoes what they did on their debut, now they just do it much better. Five long tracks, the shortest is close to nine minutes, the longest nearly nineteen, each a cornucopia of shifting meter, colorful melodies and unusual compositional ideas in epic form."
Peter Thelen - Exposé Online

"While two of the five pieces are instrumentals, it's the vocal numbers that grab the attention first. The melodramatic AOR of Medusa is particularly immediate, thanks in no small part to the Stevie Nicks-ish tones of Saffron Paffron, as she vows 'if you catch my eye / you'll turn to stone'.
JS - Prog. Magazine

credits

released June 30, 2020

Stealing The Fire are:

Saffron Paffron - Vocals
Tim Lane - Guitar, Bass, Keyboards
Chris Bond - Keyboards and Electronics

With special guest performers:

Gary Wortley - Drums, Percussion
Leighton Melville - Lead Vocals on track 1.
Ruth Murray - Flute on tracks 1 and 2
Chris Hylton - Additional Piano on track 1
Voices - Crude Apache Theatre Company,

Lyrics - Chris Bond
Music - Tim Lane

Recorded at Burning Chrome Studio and Seaplane Studio 1998 - 2020
Produced by Chris Bond and arranged by Chris Bond & Tim Lane.
Mastered at Seaplane Studio

All music © Stealing the Fire 2020

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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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