: There is unrest in the forest, There is trouble with the trees, For the maples want more sunlight And the oaks ignore their pleas. The trouble
: Begin the day with a friendly voice, A companion unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood. Off
: There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance, A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance. A planet of playthings, We
: There's no bread, let them eat cake There's no end to what they'll take Flaunt the fruits of noble birth Wash the salt into the earth But they'
: "To seek the sacred river Alph To walk the caves of ice To break my fast on honey dew And drink the milk of Paradise..." I had heard the whispered
: Waiting for the winds of change To sweep the clouds away Waiting for the rainbow's end To cast its gold your way Countless ways You pass the days
: I. AT THE TOBES OF HADES ------------------------------------------------------------- The Tobes of Hades, lit by flickering torchlight The netherworld
: I. OVERTURE ------------------------------------------------------------- "I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become
: Know your place in life is where you want to be Don't let them tell you that you owe it all to me Keep on looking forward; no use in looking 'round
: Prologue: "Airport scurry flurry faces Parade of passers by People going many places With a smile or just a sigh Waiting waiting pass the time
: Yeah, oh yeah! Ooh, said I, I'm comin' out to get you. Ooh, sit down. I'm comin' out to find you. Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah. Findin' my way! I've
: (Instrumental) I. Buenas Noches, Mein Froinds! II. To sleep, perchance to dream... III. Strangiato Theme IV. A Lerxst in Wonderland V. Monsters
: And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
He?s a rebel and a runner He?s a signal turning green He?s a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He?s got a problem with his poisons
A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve
Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely
Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money
Sprawling on the fringes of the city Geometric order an insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems
