Альбом Rick Wakeman

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.
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 strength destroying sight.
Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.

Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.
Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.

Taste of fruitful inhibitions of the man
Beyond his thoughts of music
Created and abused by man
Unaware of future seeing.

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, man's defence.

Music is the spaceman's time
It's a travel form of moving love.
Music is the spaceman's time
Placed on earth for man to find.

Warning, man, time for collection
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning, man, time for collection
One which has no earth connection.

Music has no earthly connection
Taken from the source of Creation.
Music has no earthly connection
Listen, time for your collection.

Warning, man, time for collection
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning, man, time for collection
One which has no earth connection.

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).

(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).

Maker,
Let me meet my Maker.
Let me see the man
Who will offer eternal life,
Show me the way to eternal life,
Reincarnete music of my soul
(Music of my soul).

Love, let music be love
To guide man to his soul
(Music of my soul).

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 to leave this hell,
Save my living music cell.
Brain's destroyed, my body's cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.
Brain's destroyed, my body's cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.

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.

Inbuilt into human form
A symphony of sight and sound
Life direction in music found
Or left to die unborn.

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.

It's 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.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

It's too late to find your music soul.

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 reaper's hand
Lead him from his suicide
Please, is there a Promised Land?

Let me guide your journey long
Leave then 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.

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 is 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 is 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 reincarnate souls returning
No hope for his rebirth

"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 is for ever,
"You shall hang", said the Maker
"You shall hang.
You shall hang.
You shall hang."

"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 is for ever,
"You shall hang", said the Maker
"You shall hang.
You shall hang.
You shall hang."

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
Detroying 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 planet's 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.