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Strange Horizons
19:57
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INTRO FURIOSO
EXPOSITION: TWILIGHT BAR I & II
Sun, fading in the heavens.
Dusk, softly starts to fall.
Light, from windows 'cross these cold fields.
Stars, quietly call
to the ones who walk these dark and lonely evening paths.
They don't know their names.
Silent waves 'cross silent seas.
Unlatch the gate and leave the garden.
It's not important anymore.
The galaxies spiral around us.
We stand amidst a million shores,
falling, falling,
through the sky.
Thats when they say, "(you're) not from around here"
Thats when they say, "(you're) not from around here"
Listen, listen the silence is deafening.
Listen, listen to the distant howls.
Planets rise and rise over this town.
They don't know their names.
Silent waves 'cross silent seas
Come on outside and watch the moon-rise.
Unlock your door and come with me.
I'm not convinced anything matters.
The stop signs or what's on TV.
Falling, falling.
Thats when you say, "(you're) not from around here"
Thats when you say, "(you're) not from around here"
DEVELOPMENT: NOCTURNE AND THEME & VARIATIONS
Are you sleeping?
Are you awake?
Moonlight gathers us away.
Are you listening?
Can you hear?
Falling, falling through these years.
Falling here with me.
Are you sleeping?
Are you awake?
Moonlight pools in every step we take,
(in) every wish we make.
RECAPITULATION: ORBIT BAR
Infinite space, rises from around us.
Galaxies, form around our head.
Look, out past the horizon.
Gravity, pulls our hearts instead.
Walk with me,
in fields of strange attractions.
Cold, and dark energy.
See, our lives are connected.
But we lose, everything we have.
(you're) not from around here
Open your eyes, we're all from 'round here!
Open your eyes, we're all from 'round here!
Horizons wide, we're all from 'round here!
Open your eyes, we're all from 'round here!
Open your eyes, we're all from 'round here!
OUTRO TRANQUILLO
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ANGULAR MOMENTUM I
On, a break-neck, time-bomb, gutter-ride.
Free wheel, speedway, live or die.
Impulsive pilot, shattered - -
Side.
Beneath the maelstrom.
Fan the flame, ride the retreat.
Crucible blazes heat.
Pistons scrape on cold street.
Flash point coupled rig.
Kick back, road-hand gig.
Hot blood, high wheels, speed-trap driven scene.
On, a break-neck, time-bomb, gutter-ride.
Free wheel, speedway live or - -
Die.
Impulsive pilot, shattered - -
Side.
Beneath the maelstrom.
Fan the flame, ride the retreat.
Crucible blazes heat.
Flash point coupled rig.
Hot blood, high wheels,
Speed-trap death, demon dream.
On, a break-neck, time-bomb, gutter - -
Ride.
Free wheel, speedway, live or - -
Die.
Impulsive pilot, shattered - -
Side.
Beneath the maelstrom.
Fan the flame, ride the retreat.
Crucible blazes heat.
Pistons scrape on cold street.
Flash point coupled rig.
Kick back, road-hand gig.
Hot blood, high wheels, speed-trap driven scene.
VERTICAL ASCENT I (instrumental)
CONTRITION & RETURN
I desolate
Je suis désolé
I'm always late
Je suis désolé
I don't appreciate
Je suis désolé
I dominate
Je suis désolé
I triangulate
Je suis désolé
I procrastinate
Je suis désolé
I calculate
Je suis désolé
I don't tolerate
Je suis désolé
ANGULAR MOMENTUM II (instrumental)
VERTICAL ASCENT II (instrumental)
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3. |
One Grain Of Sand
06:09
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One grain of sand;
delicate balance.
Falls from your hand;
change too fast to challenge.
Rise of the weak man;
sadly two of one kind.
Shadows cross the land;
fall on most of one mind.
Blind,
making blind,
leading blind.
needing blind.
One grain of sand;
slipping through our fingers.
Cannot take a stand;
everybody's blinkered.
Blind,
making blind,
leading blind.
needing blind.
Nothing to say, bite your tongue,
just don't make things awkward.
Stop!
Stay your hand,
just keep quiet,
don't attract attention.
Too scared to say,
so afraid you'll be cast aside but,
there'll come a day,
it's too late, and now nothing matters.
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Running away, quit running away.
SYNTH SOLO
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Only do what they will say.
You only do what they will tell you.
Running away, quit running away.
One grain of sand;
slipping through our fingers.
Rise of the weak man;
everybody's blinkered.
Blind,
making blind,
leading blind,
needing blind.
Nothing to say, bite your tongue,
just don't make things awkward.
Stop!
Stay your hand,
just keep quiet,
don't attract attention.
Too scared to say,
so afraid you'll be cast aside but,
there'll come a day,
it's too late, and now nothing matters.
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4. |
Ion
04:38
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Rondo instrumental
A. Synth theme
B. Guitar duet
A. Synth theme
C. Guitar 1 solo
A. Synth theme
D. Guitar 2 solo
A. Synth solo
Coda
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