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Клуб-антология инструментальной музыки "БОЛЬШОЙ ОРКЕСТР" - vk.com/grandorchestra . Инструментальная музыка, раритет, новые имена, ноты, интересные случаи из жизни композиторов и музыкантов, общение с увлечёнными людьми и многое другое.

Клуб-антология инструментальной музыки "БОЛЬШОЙ ОРКЕСТР" - vk.com/grandorchestra . Инструментальная музыка, раритет, новые имена, ноты, интересные случаи из жизни композиторов и музыкантов, общение с увлечёнными людьми и многое другое.

WHO SO PULLETH OUT THIS
SWORD FROM THIS STONE
AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE-
BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN

Upon a New Year's day
A host of knights did pray
That from the anvil one could draw the sword.

Master of images songs cast a light on you
Hark through dark ties that tunnel us out of sane existence
In challenge as direct as eyes see young stars assemble

Master of light, all pure chance
As exists cross divided in all encircling mode
Oh, closely guided plan awaken in our heart

Sand as white as snow
Swirls like smoke around my feet
And a sky that turns in a moment
From blue to gray
All these things I see on an Irish day

It is here that time has granted
That the light should still burn on

Now love sweet love
Oh, now that love has won
Oh, now that love has won
Now love, our love, our love has ended war
He'll torture man no more
Your words give meaning to my song
Our love created harmony
With faith we'll guide the universe

Love me my Guinevere
In my court, please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by my side.

Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king's Guinevere

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side

Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went

I'm dreaming of a lifetime's freedom
That stretches all around the world
I'm talking about the biggest creature
I'm talking about the smallest bird

I'm singing out for liberation
I wanna move where I please
I wanna strike a note for freedom

PART I - THE WARNING
Taste of fruitful inhibitions of a human.
Incapable of future seeing
beyond his thoughts of music.
Birth of music, birth of child is one.
Language of the world, the missing sense.

Wait, wait, look at the sun,

PANDAMONIA
I hear it down in the hole
Hear it out on the street
And if they're found, they'll warn us
An indestructible beat
It's the same every day
Hardly merits a fuss
Just a pull and a tweak

I'll be the round about
The words will make you out 'n' out
You change the day your way
Call it morning driving through the sound and
In and out the valley

The music dance and sing
They make the children really ring

Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been
Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been
The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light
Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,

Gone are the days of the knights
Of the Round Table and fights
Gallant men softly crying
Brave armies dying
The last battle soon to be lost

Hearing of great civil war
Saxons to Britain did pour

The shadow of the noose grew long
A sundial of the time
The prisoner had left to live
A self-inflicted crime
To pay with death for pain he gave
To those he soon will meet
The rope hung loosely 'round his neck
The devil at his feet

--The Battle--

Five days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
Frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise

--Recollection--

Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped beneath the earth,
An embryo at birth