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imagine those pilgrims to the New England at their first harvest festival - the Lammas. You can still see it as they would have done – the wild, pagan and beautiful new land.
Wish you were here
RICK
"That was the first card. I'm following his trail - a little cold now. "Those sky-blue eyes that look right at you". They saw all this…But it's just another old world now. ….The Lammas. Why does it make me think of "The Crows in the Cornfield" - Van Gogh's suicide note?…. "Taxi for Mr. Jaeger!" Time to go."
Turning away from the land of my blood
A cold refugee on a staggering ocean
We stood upon the shore in the talons of winter
To raise a cup of wine
For those we left behind
Born to die in regions of sorrow
Crimson and gold in the Valley of Oak
The traces of dawn are rising from the river
The sun scatters stars on the shimmering leaves
Above the singing cornfield
Burns in glory, burns with hope
The harvest of our dreams
The harvest of our dreams
I still dream of the pain of the life in the streets
The grey, empty eyes of the weary and broken
All of them were lost in the wake of my vessel
The lesson of my soul
To learn to live again
I am born once more in reach of tomorrow
The touch of this world is like sun on my skin
And the light of this world is cornflower blue
The world that was promised in the book of creation
Fades the faint horizon to promises of joy
This land is for our children
This land that fell to me
We did not come to conquer
We came here to be free
And the new king is crowned and Elysium found
And his throne in the meadow is glowing with flowers
We are reaping our fortune, the blessing of life
And raising up our harvest
Of bread and honey wine
We hold it to the sky
Into the perfect sky
Into the perfect heavens
Into the perfect sky
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Parsifal (Remastered)
06:02
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If this is the Big Apple, maybe Manhattan is Avalon!
There's a guy who lives in the basement of the apartment block where I'm staying – The caretaker, I think. Been telling me about Carl Jung, Myths, archetypes and dreams; a whole inner world that we hardly know.
Wish you were here to see it all
RICK
"There is a whole other life of connections and symbolic drama going on just beneath the surface of our existence. But he certainly couldn't have seen it; playing The Fool to The Wounded King. I'm only just starting to see it myself."
The heron flies in silence across the frozen lake
Across the hollow wasteland where the Ancient King is dying
Beneath the pale and frozen stars in silence he is flying
Beneath the streets in camera we entertain the Gods
Underneath the barren stairs in silence we are praying
As above and so below the pallid lights are playing
Waiting for the purest fool and purest pity's might
Waiting for the healing blade to carve away the night
Waiting for the one who comes to serve the Sacred Grail
And draw the hidden blood into the light
"We may be the ancient ones who feed the arcane furnace
But our gold is not the common gold"
The secret story of my life remains beneath the ice
Beneath the fractured surface where the Ancient King is fishing
It follows lines of spider silk that guide the refugee
To gaze upon the hidden face I could not bear to see
TAKE THIS CUP AWAY FROM ME
For I can see my hidden face and cannot look away
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Starcrossed (Remastered)
04:43
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Somewhere out in the desert…
I don't know what to make of these people. Some days I think they really do have the answers; sometimes I think they're all just crazy. Have you read Carlos Castaneda? Stay here for a while and you might just believe its all true!
Wish you were here
RICK
"They all locked themselves in the commune and took strychnine. Your life must be pretty empty for this to be an appealing alternative. It's all escapism. God or the Great Spirit; it might as well be crack cocaine."
You feel the moment when the stars align
The time we have appointed to give the world a sign
A channel to the higher realms has opened in the sky
The one we have anointed
Let him lay down and die.
HOLD MY HAND AND I WILL TAKE YOU INTO THE PROMISED KINGDOM
Open your heart, you have no choice
Embrace a perfect stillness and listen to my voice
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Leaving the world is so easy
The state of paradise is closer than you think
We need you to come with us to forge the final link
I'm picking up vibrations from the Pleiadean ship
With lasers shooting from the hip
The time is coming to take our final trip
"The secrets of the centuries were sleeping in the dust
Until the Spirit came to me and placed them in my trust"
The Guru shuffling his deck and dealing out the lies
"I know a better place than this,
Let's all lay down and die."
HOLD MY HAND AND I WILL TAKE YOU INTO THE PROMISED KINGDOM
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I met this sad crazy woman in San Diego. She was married to one of the guys who went to the moon on Apollo – apparently it's true!
She said to me, "My husband went to the moon and someone came back but it wasn't him." All she does is sit in her room and watch TV. She thinks he's still up there… somewhere…
Wish you were here
RICK
"This is no alternative lifestyle; this is the rank underbelly of the American dream. Famous for five minutes, chewed up and spat out in pieces, left alone to decay…That's the real problem with the constitution – the pursuit of happiness does not bring happiness."
A minor shooting star has fallen from grace
The fourteen days of fame run in lines across her face
The ticker-tape motorcade disappears without trace
Faint reflected glory left drifting in space
The second-hand significance she paid to embrace
Across the Sea of Ice, across the Sea of Scales
Across the Sea of Nightmares until the darkness fails
In the shadows of Endymion
The heroes of the skies
With Tycho, Kepler, Clavius
He holds his head up high
DARKNESS IS FALLING
The opiated night
Raging at the needle and the dying of the light
DARKNESS IS FALLING
The amniotic haze
The film grain fallout has settled on her face
DARKNESS IS FALLING
The flicker of the screen
A power window on the soul, a monologue of death, a silent scream
"The dust gets in his hair
It makes him look so old
He finds it hard to breathe
The plateau is so cold
And he sees the madness cover me…. Like mould"
A hollow bullet launched into the purple velvet sky
The molten fragments fly apart and spiral down to die
In the space between the Gods and the silent, empty stage
Her vapid fever burning up her vacant life
Her bitter concrete cage
"He will wander forever across the Sea of Serenity."
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Hollywood really is another planet. You have to wade through the stardust here. I went out for a beer with the writer on an ultra low budget TV sci-fi. He said he could get me in as an extra. Maybe I'll be "third guy running away from the mutant lizard"! He said, "I sell my dreams for a living, pal – you'd never guess to look at me that I slept my way to the top!"
Wish you were here!
RICK
"In all my dreams I'm playing a part in a film. According to the therapists that means my life is insubstantial and unreal. But doesn't that go for everyone? Perhaps that's why we'd all love those benign and noble aliens to arrive in splendour and make all the petty cares and dross of our lives fade into insignificance."
High upon the silver screen the silver dreams are shining
The pioneers are breaking through their fragile silver lining
And floating through the bright array of psychedelic stars
Drifting in the shadows of the Demon Moons of Mars
The Trekkie is a form of life
But not as we know it
He knows how much we care about the dying planet's plight
And fear the lonely Theramin that haunts the desert night
He's raining down an avalanche of polystyrene rocks
And flies between the planets in his painted cardboard box
And how we laugh to see the tin can robot flip his lid
And hide our eyes to pacify the monster from the Id
Our hero crosses light years just in time to save the day
Dispatch the mutant lizards; send the Daleks on their way
Our paranoid projections spiral outward to the galaxies
The flight of our imagination has nowhere left to go
For a moment do we stop and think
What they would make of us?
Our childhood fears and photo plays projected on the skies
And this is what we've dreamed of, the greatest day in history
The moment when the earth stood still
And turned to look on high
Descending through the cloud-base in their majesty and light
They've come to take their children home
To put the record right
And so we dream the dreams of fools, a dollar at the door
The popcorn and the ice cream cones abandoned on the floor
The glowing pictures in our heads, the music in our ears
Back to face the daylight and our primitive confusion
Our heavy hearts and eyes turn to the heavens
Trapped within our cell of history
We cannot scale the prison walls of space and time
The dazzling future we will never see
Never see…
"KEEP WATCHING THE SKIES!"
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Jerusalem (Remastered)
09:07
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An old burned out wreck of a guy came up to me on the streets of San Francisco the other day and said,
"A dollar for the secrets of life, son!" So I'm streetwise, I'm nearly 22, I gave him a dollar! And he wouldn't stop. I should have written it all down. When I came back a few days later they told me he'd collapsed and died just a couple of hours after I'd left him. Now nobody has the answers but me.
Wish you were here
RICK
"So Jerry's dead and Montana's moved on. The fog rolls in from the bay and everything is still. We're all looking for salvation, to be washed clean; all searching for something to redeem the terrible empty spaces in our lives… All that we've lost or never had. But maybe we're all so intent on being saved from death and pain that we forget to live. Perhaps there are some who can do both. If so, I'm not one of them. I'm just like
Horselover Fat, sitting watching the TV, waiting for a sign."
The city scrapes the heavens like a brilliant shooting star
With its towers of crystal, a lattice of light,
An anthem that comes from the streets in the night
And a chemical peacock, arrayed like a bride,
Solis in splendour with Zeus at her side
And the nebulous stray in the gutter
Who was grateful for the ride
See the lonely lighted window
Casts reflections on the asphalt
An ancient paper flickers at the glass
And you call these wonders commonplace
Dismiss them with your labels
And their beauty lies forever beyond your grasp
Look up to the heavens where the rainbow serpent flies
See him burning like a bullet train across the broken skies
Shedding ever changing colours in the fading of the night
And riding behind in the chariot gold
The Emperor of Light
And cry my name aloud, the angel standing in the sun
He has called me to the final supper of the Mighty One
And seated on high with the sword and the scales
The sceptre and stars and the coral vapour trails
With all the lost children, eyes burning with tears
Our rapture destroying the prison of fear
A silent farewell as the world disappears
In that golden hour I will lay me down
And stay the beating of my heart
And they'll cover me with a fist of sidewalk dust
And gazing though the darkened glass
I watch my final seconds pass
And know that I have built Jerusalem
Where our Banner of Stars is flying in glory
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Alaska - Nowhere left to go after this. I look up at McKinley and I think I'd just like to go up there and lie down in the snow and stare at the sky and go to sleep.
Wish you were here.
RICK
Ps. I'm going out now. I may be some time…….
"So that's the last card and this is the end of the road. And there's nothing here to mark it, no sign, no small stone in a bleak churchyard. The only monument is a tight empty space in my chest. And I'm too old and tired now to follow his trail into those wild, sky-blue spaces... The crows are in the cornfield."
I take a breath
Let it bloom into a sigh
The ice that lasts forever
Melts away into perpetual sky
"A young man was lost on that mountain and he's never coming back. And as you may have guessed by now, that young man was me. I didn't die up there in the snow thirty years ago; I just chose the long, slow decline. And I've been coming down ever since..."
I take a breath
Let it bloom into a sigh
The ice that lasts forever
Melts away into perpetual sky
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