содержание 1. RICK WAKEMAN 2 1.1. "NO EARTHLY CONNECTION" 2 1.1.0.1.Music Reincarnate 2 1.1.0.2.Part I The Warning 2 1.1.0.3.Part II The Maker 3 1.1.0.4.Part III The Spaceman 3 1.1.0.5.Part IV The Realisation 4 1.1.0.6.Part V The Reaper 4 1.1.0.7.The Prisoner 5 1.1.0.8.The Lost Cycle 6 2 ** Rick Wakeman ***. 1. RICK WAKEMAN 1.1. "NO EARTHLY CONNECTION" (p) 1976 1. Music Reincarnate Part I The Warning Part II The Maker Part III The Spaceman Part IV The Ralisation Part V The Reaper 2. The Prisoner 3. The Lost Cycle All the music is based on a futuristic, autobiographical look at music, the part it plays in out pre-earth, human and after life. Accepting that music is incorporated in our souls, it is up to the individual body in which it lives, to nurture and develop this unearthly sense as he is told, in order that upon its return, another life may use it to advance the only true sense in this world of No Earthly Connection. 1.1.0.1. Music Reincarnate 1.1.0.2. 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, music of blinding light, sound strenght destroying sight. Warning man, time for collection. Take for you your choice of senses. Warning man, time for collection. One which has no earth connection. Feel and touch the music sense. Hear the cycle man should have Feel and touch the music sense. To fight emotion, mans defence. Music is the spaceman's time. Atravel form of moving love. Music is the spaceman's time. Placed on earth for man to find. Music has no earthly connection. Taken from the source of Creation. Music has no earthly connection. Listen, time for your collection. 3 ** Rick Wakeman ***. Taste of fruitful inhibitions of the man Beyond his thoughts of music. Created and abused by man. Unaware of future seeing. 1.1.0.3. Part II The Maker Knowing, Gift of music showing. Gift of love to show me the way to the little man. Teaching the way for the little man. Show the way the music stems from love. Music of my soul. Maker. Let me meet my Maker. Let me see the man who will offer eternal life. Show me the way to eternal life. Reincarnate music of my soul. Music of my soul. Love, let love guide the way, for man, to find his music Love, let music be love, to guide man to his soul. (Music of my soul). 1.1.0.4. Part III The Spaceman Astral planes, the unknown sense, lives on past human life. No man can sense the whole. The missing sense his soul. Governed by an unknown factor. Fiction in our life. No man can sense it whole. The missing sense his soul. Take us to your leader, to the man who rules the mind. Reincarnate knowledge, as the soul reborn unwinds. All life's secrets now unfold. The mind begins to glow, as helpless, watching living man destroys and doesn't know. Spaceman living in his suicide mind. Odyssey colours for the soul to find. Vision blurred by cutting knife. Seeping blood from dying life. Spaceman help me leave this Hell. Save my living music cell. Brains destroyed, my body cold. Leave the ruins, music soul. 4 ** Rick Wakeman ***. Inbuilt into human form. A symphony of sight and sound. Life direction in music found. Or left to die unborn. 1.1.0.5. Part IV The Realisation It's too late now to help yourself. Time for the Maker to help himself. Foolish man with days to live. Waste not your time. It's way too late to save your soul in time. You're far too old your soul to find. You've wrecked your head, and blown your mind. It's too late to find your music soul. Its too late now to help yourself. Time for the Maker to help himself. It's too late to find your music soul. In younger men you watch yourself Destroy themselves like you. It's way too late to save their lives in time. You're far too old, their souls to find. You've wrecked your head, and blown your mind. It's too late to find your music soul. Its too late now to help yourself. Time for the Maker to help himself. It's too late to find your music soul. 1.1.0.6. Part V The Reaper Senses dead, the time has come To stop and dwell on ruined time Wasted wars and selfish pride Leaving tastes of music wine Searching useless wasted mind Reaching for the reapers hand Lead him from his suicide Please, is there a Promised Land. Let me guide your journey long Leave them while they mourn We will journey back in time And you will be reborn From you I shall take your music Place it back on earth You shall witness long its voyage A music soul rebirth. Did you see the graves today With weeds all overgrown Wilting plants like man to dust Nowhere life is sown. 5 ** Rick Wakeman ***. 1.1.0.7. The Prisoner The shadow of the noose grew long. A sun dial 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. "You shall hang," said the judge, "For your presence here on earth, is no use for those who wish to live in peace. Your evil lives forever. "You shall hang," said the judge. "You shall hang, You shall hang, You shall hang." The hangman checked the rope. Aware the prisoner was afraid. The preacher softly praying to Our Lord his soul to save. The Blindfold placed around his eyes. An unlit funeral pyre. The hangman pulled the lever. He heard an astral choir. One man's life has cost another. You shall not lie in sacred ground. The time has come to meet your Maker. Down on earth, they heard no sound. Your evil lives for ever. "You shall hang", said the judge. All earthly life in you has ceased. He tried to call out to the Maker. On no earthly soil he fell. The Maker motioned all around. He felt his soul dragged down to Hell. He saw the man that he had murdered. People he had pained on earth. Of souls returning reicarnate. No hope for his rebith. "You shall hang", said the Maker, For your presence on our planes, is no use for those who wish to rest in peace. Your evil lives for ever, "You shall hang", said the Maker. You shall hang. You shall hang. You shall hang." 6 ** Rick Wakeman ***. 1.1.0.8. The Lost Cycle The spaceman came from time unknown. His knowledge way ahead of man. To seek the cycle starting here. The evolution plan. Each day he watched the world evolve. Eternal life for him to prove. Watching man grow powerful. Destroying life with every move. The spaceman's world a burning mass. Destroyed by his own kind. A sole survivor lost in space. A growing world must find. He saw the birth of hate and war. Of death before our life was born. With human fear the spaceman saw, And changed from human form. His voyage led back to Nemo's world. A peaceful start of human form. He knew one day he'd leave again. To witness other planets born. He watches helpless, tearful, as the world embittered grows. Moving closer to the end of earth. The spaceman only knows. The spaceman only knows the truth. He's seen it from eternal youth. Man will always die.
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