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    Best Lyrics Ever - Prog & Related

    We've observed some of the dismal, worst lyrics of all time in that previous discussion. How about some glimmering examples of the great lyrical compositions that have been produced in the realm of progressive rock. I offer these three gems for your consideration:

    Strawbs
    "I sense Autumn coming on
    The sun sinking red and deep
    The fires burning in the fields
    As late Summer falls asleep.
    The leaves begin to scatter
    As the North wind calls their name
    Folding gently back into
    The silent earth from which they came.

    Jade Warrior
    "Ivy tapping on my window, wine and candle glow
    Skies that promise snow have gathered overhead
    Buttered toast and creamy coffee, table laid for two
    Lovely having you to share a smile with me

    On the wall the clock is chiming, hours passing by
    And for you and I the wind sings winter songs
    In the village people gather at the Lamplight Inn
    Drinking liquid sin to keep the cold away"

    Genesis
    "Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
    Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
    I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
    Once a man, like the sea I raged,
    Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
    But there is in fact more earth than sea"

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    These may not mean much, but they're literate:
    With one breath, with one flow
    You will know
    Synchronicity

    A sleep trance, a dream dance,
    A shared romance,
    Synchronicity

    A connecting principle,
    Linked to the invisible
    Almost imperceptible
    Something inexpressible.
    Science insusceptible
    Logic so inflexible
    Causally connectible
    Yet nothing is invincible.

    If we share this nightmare
    Then we can dream
    Spiritus mundi.

    Effect without a cause
    Sub-atomic laws, scientific pause
    Synchronicity

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    Not prog, but John Lennon's "Imagine".

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    Quote Originally Posted by Grumpyprogfan View Post
    Not prog, but John Lennon's "Imagine".
    Indeed. Simple. Profound. Spiritual.

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    Also, I really like self-referential lyrics:
    Just in case you think it's a waste –
    In the end, choosing notes to see if they make friends
    A D# minor flattened 5th will go to C
    Dotted crotchets usually divide by three
    We don't really know now exactly what we mean
    Still we had the gist of it till the chords changed...
    ...unexpectedly...
    An interesting thought came over me:
    I'd feel better somewhat wetter, drinking tea in the sea
    And dream of you – and your nice black knickers...

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    well, if we are going with self-referential lyrics, i offer up the peter blegvad gem:

    Imagine a world where this was the only song
    & against your will
    You had to sit & listen to it all day long
    until it made you ill
    Until it made you ill

    Imagine a world where this was the only song
    & against your will
    You had to sit & listen to it all day long
    until it made you ill
    Until it made you ill

    Imagine a world where this was the only song
    & against your will
    You had to sit & listen to it all day long
    until it made you ill
    Until it made you ill

    Imagine a world where this was the only song
    & against your will
    You had to sit & listen to it all day long
    until it made you ill
    Until it made you ill

    Imagine a world where this was the only song
    & against your will
    You had to sit & listen to it all day long
    until it made you ill
    Until it made you ill

    etc.

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    For me, Echolyn has always had some great lyrics. This is my particular favorite. It brought me solace when my Dad passed away.

    Never The Same

    What can I say?
    What can I do you for you?
    Some are here for but a moment
    Then are taken in an instant to eternity
    Remember life and what's been shared with you
    That you have shared

    It's funny how we feel closer
    With the ones that we love
    When they're farthest away
    You can feel them so near
    Just 'round the corner the memory still clear

    "Do not stand at my grave and cry
    I am not there I did not die."
    I say to you I will see you again
    On the other side someday

    "There's never endings only discovery,"
    I tell myself over and over again
    Some leave their mark in our hearts then go

    It's hard to continue onward
    When forever comes down it comes down so heavy
    Too final to forget
    You've got to believe there's something more

    After the song is over
    The dance goes on, so dance away
    When all is said and done
    Remember what's been given, not taken away
    But you struggle and you strain
    As the undertow pulls you down

    The years will spare the rod and soften the hardest blow
    ...but I am never the same
    With time comes a certain fading and erasing
    ...but I am never the same

    In each man
    There lies a start that has no end
    A means to be more
    A light that shines in its own special way

    Left with cold distance
    I'll always be with you
    We weather the cycle
    I'll always be there
    So fragile to balance
    Too potent to harness
    Life charges past the mortal in man

    Remember all the life you shared every day
    There's never any endings
    ...but I'll never be the same
    Eric: "What the hell Hutch, it's all Rush, what if we wanted a little variety?"

    Hutch: "Rush is variety, Bitch! Rule number one: in my van, its Rush! All Rush, all the time...no exceptions."

    From "Fanboys" 2009.

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    Great choice, Glass Moon! It did the same for me when my dad passed.
    "Moustache stays right where it's at" - Clutch

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    Absolutely everything by Luis Alberto Spinetta.
    "Improvisation is not an excuse for musical laziness" - Fred Frith
    "[...] things that we never dreamed of doing in Crimson or in any band that I've been in," - Tony Levin speaking of SGM

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    Adrian Belew -- Men In Helicopters :

    Wouldn't it be great
    To see the African plains
    Before they lay them to waste
    And only the bones remain?
    Wouldn't it be poetry
    To shoot holes in the poachers we see
    With an elephant gun?

    Men in helicopters fly
    Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
    Why do we always assume
    The planet is ours to ruin?

    What a legacy we're leaving behind
    What a legacy

    Wouldn't it be something
    For the men killing dolphin
    To be caught up by their necks
    In their greedy fishing nets?
    Wouldn't it be irony
    If the tuna fish canneries
    Were to fall into the sea?

    The dolphins and the whales still left alive
    Cry to the stars in the deep blue night:
    "There's nowhere to hide
    The people on earth will not be denied"

    What a legacy we're leaving behind
    What a legacy

    Wouldn't it be odd
    If there really was a God
    And he looked down on earth
    And saw what we've done to Her?
    Wouldn't it be just
    If He pulled the plug on us
    And took away the sun?

    Men in helicopters fly
    Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
    Why do we always assume
    The planet is ours to ruin?

    The dolphins and the whales still left alive
    Cry to the stars in the deep blue night:
    "There's nowhere to hide
    The people on earth will not be denied"

    What a legacy we're leaving behind
    What a legacy we're leaving behind
    "Shut your eyes, don't criticise. It's a big surprise, ain't telling you lies. Truth hides in plain sight, Kentucky Fried Genocide" -- Matt Johnson, "Global Eyes"

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    Quote Originally Posted by rcarlberg View Post
    These may not mean much, but they're literate:
    Love that song.

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    Would you believe the world is calling?
    A cry without a sound.
    --Rare Bird

    Knowledge and reason
    Change like the season,
    A jester's promenade.
    --Kansas

    Don't surround yourself with yourself.
    --Yes

    If I claim to be a wise man
    It surely means that I don't know.
    --Kansas

    Don't cash your freedoms in for gold.
    --Styx

    She comes running in a silk dress,
    Like a water color in the rain.
    --Al Stewart

    The promise will come when the promise is made.
    --Yes

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    Man Erg VdGG (Peter Hammill:
    And I, too, live inside me and very often don't know who I am,
    I know, I'm not a hero, I hope that I'm not damned
    I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these,
    Dictators, saviors, refugees
    In war and peace
    As long as Man lives

    Tori Amos' Precious Things: Just because you can make me cum that doesn't make you Jesus

    Frank Zappa:
    If you let those tv preachers
    Make a monkey out of you!
    Jesus will think you're a jerk
    And it would be true!

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    "Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
    For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
    Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
    And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on

    They say that life's a carousel
    Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
    The world is full of kings and queens
    Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
    It's heaven and hell, oh well

    And they'll tell you black is really white
    The moon is just the sun at night
    And when you walk in golden halls
    You get to keep the gold that falls
    It's heaven and hell,.........."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Garden Dreamer View Post
    Great choice, Glass Moon! It did the same for me when my dad passed.
    Me too, that song is such a masterpiece.

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    Outstanding offerings here, some of which I am unfamiliar with but plan on looking into. The Al Stewart line reminds me of how impressive his lyrical contributions were; both from a poetic beauty sense and historically speaking. Recall this magical stanza:

    "The fishing boats go out across the evening water
    Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
    The wind whips up the waves so loud
    The ghost moon sails among the clouds
    Turns the rifles into silver on the border".

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    "Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast
    He looks into the future and remembers what is past
    Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield
    Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel

    In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain;
    Smoke drifts up behind him - he is free again
    Free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe
    Leaving nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home
    It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone
    Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow;
    Wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes
    Leaving spoor to mark his passage, trace his weary climb
    Cross the moor and make the headland -
    Stumbling, wayward, blind
    In the end his footprints extend as one single line

    This latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack
    Persuaded to charge at his enemy
    Too late, he knows it is
    Too late now to turn back, too soon by far to falter
    The past sits uneasily at his rear
    He's walking right into the trap
    Surrounded, but striving through will and fear
    Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade
    But the dice slip through his fingers
    And he's living from day to day
    Carrying his world around upon his back
    Leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track


    He will not be hostage, he will not be slave
    No snare of past can trap him, though the future may
    Still he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat;
    Still his life remains unfettered - he denies defeat
    It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone
    Leave the past to burn - at least that's been his own

    Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's done;
    Holding nothing but beholden to no-one
    Claiming nothing, out of no false pride, he survives
    Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen
    Of a man who entered the course of a dream
    Claiming nothing but the life he's known
    - this, at least, has been his own"
    "If you want to see the true nature of humanity, just look at the internet."

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    I like all of the lyrics in King Crimson's CIRKUS (off the Lizard album), but the beginning is just heavenly (literally)...

    Night - her sable dome scattered with diamonds
    fused my dust from a light year.
    Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon,
    strung my warp across time.
    Gave me each: a horse, sunrise and graveyard.
    Told me only I was her.
    Bid me face the east, closed me in questions,
    built the sky for my dawn...

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    Quote Originally Posted by SunRunner2 View Post
    Outstanding offerings here, some of which I am unfamiliar with but plan on looking into. The Al Stewart line reminds me of how impressive his lyrical contributions were; both from a poetic beauty sense and historically speaking. Recall this magical stanza:

    "The fishing boats go out across the evening water
    Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
    The wind whips up the waves so loud
    The ghost moon sails among the clouds
    Turns the rifles into silver on the border".
    Agree, Al Stewart is one of the all time great lyric writers. I will go with:

    "They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
    Moving in lines through the day
    Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
    Waiting for orders we held in the wood
    Word from the front never came
    By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
    Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
    Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and on our knees
    And all that I ever
    Was able to see
    The fire in the air glowing red
    Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
    All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
    Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
    By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
    Closer and closer to Moscow they come
    Riding the wind like a bell
    General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
    Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
    Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
    And all that I ever
    Was able to see
    The fire in the air glowing red
    Silhouetting the snow on the breeze
    In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
    Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
    And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
    Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
    You'll never know, you'll never know which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us
    As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
    You'll never know, you'll never hear us
    And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
    The morning roads lead to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
    Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
    Flicker their souls to the wind
    We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
    It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
    At home it will almost be spring
    The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
    Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
    The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
    And all that I ever
    Was able to see
    The eyes of the city are opening
    Now it's the end of the dream
    I'm coming home, I'm coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
    And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border
    And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
    "They only held me for a day, a lucky break, " I say they turn and listen closer
    I'll never know, I'll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others
    To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
    And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
    And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
    And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers "Never"
    And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever....."

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    Genesis - Afterglow

    Like the dust that settles all around me,
    I must find a new home.
    The ways and holes that used to give me shelter,
    Are all as one to me now.
    But I, I would search everywhere
    Just to hear your call,
    And walk upon stranger roads than this one
    In a world I used to know before.
    I miss you more.

    Than the sun reflecting off my pillow,
    Bringing the warmth of new life.
    And the sounds that echoed all around me,
    I caught a glimpse of in the night.
    But now, now I've lost everything,
    I give to you my soul.
    The meaning of all that I believed before
    Escapes me in this world of none, no thing, no one.

    And I would search everywhere
    Just to hear your call,
    And walk upon stranger roads than this one
    In a world I used to know before.
    For now I've lost everything,
    I give to you my soul.
    The meaning of all that I believed before
    Escapes me in this world of none,
    I miss you more.

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    Roy Harper has a way with words...

    All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
    That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
    That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
    And carry us to other days and other days to one
    And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
    By each and every one of all the colours in a shade
    Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
    And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade
    For here we stand – hand to hand
    Fighting for the Promised Land

    And you try to tell me with consternation
    That you have found me a brand new lock
    Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
    One new sling – the same old rock

    There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time
    Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
    He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
    And crossed his heart for those who died insane

    His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age
    Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
    Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
    He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze

    Such a groove to have him here on-board Her Ladyship
    The man who makes his living out of bed
    Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip
    One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head
    And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
    Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
    And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
    For fear that good is something bad is not

    But loud and clear is the call
    In black and white across your wall
    Damn it all, man, can't you see

    And you try to tell me with consternation
    That you have found me a brand new lock
    Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
    One new sling – the same old rock
    "And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision."

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    Not the best ever, but pretty damn good. Off ELP Works. Outstanding wordplay. Multiple words within words, beginning with Om in a moment, double entendres abound. Very tight lyrically, the way wordplay electrifies the wisdom passed from the madman to his son. The Lord's Prayer twist ending each verse. The additional characters of the optimist and the pessimist added in the last two verses. An excellent coda rhyme ending series.

    Crafted lines like ,

    "You needn't be well to be wealthy
    But you've got to be whole to be holy"



    "Hallowed Be Thy Name"

    There may be an om in moment
    But there's very few folk in focus
    Not the first, not the last, not the least
    You needn't be well to be wealthy
    But you've got to be whole to be holy
    Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest
    Oh this planet of ours is a mess
    I bet Heaven's the same
    Look the madman said, "Son,
    As a friend, tell me what's in a name"
    Hallowed be thy name.

    I give you the state of statesmen
    And the key to what motivates them
    On the left, on the right, on the nail
    Still I don't see a man in a mansion
    That an accurate pen won't puncture
    Go to town, go to hell, go to jail
    And there's bars and saloons
    Where the jukebox plays blues in the night
    Till the madman says "Son,
    Time to go we could both use some light"
    And thy will be done

    We live in an age of cages
    The tale of an ape escaping
    In the search for some truth he can use
    But many a drunk got drunker
    And mostly a thinker, thunker
    Set the place, set the time, set the fuse,
    The optimist laughed and the pessimist cried in his wine
    And the madman said "Son,
    Take a word they'll all wake given time"
    Let thy kingdom come

    The madman and I got drunker
    Till both thought the other tank you
    And we laughed all the way to the stars
    The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's wine
    And the madman said "Son,
    How do you feel?" I said "Me? I feel fine
    Lead me into temptation
    Into temptation
    I said into temptation
    I need my allocation of recreation
    I want a revelation in degradation
    No hesitation, give me variation, give me inspiration"
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    I would suggest the wordplay in Jethro Tull's A Passion Play is not simply clever (as Ian Anderson lyrics usually are), but the album's composition as a whole is a well researched rendition of the Passion Plays (better referred to as Mystery Plays) of the late Middle-Ages/early Tudor epoch, when such "Morality Plays" would be seen in town streets and squares prior to the playhouses and actual dramas and comedies of Elizabethan England. Springing originally from Easter Pageants, where indeed the devil and the Resurrection were integral parts of "Passion Plays", the Mystery/Morality Plays expanded on the theme to include prostitutes, criminals and various other reprobates who eventually were "saved" by divine intervention. And not many rock lyrics allude to Revelations, Mark Ch. 2, v.9, Shakespeare, Aleister Crowley, Blake, Dante, Voltaire or Milton.

    Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign
    cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE.
    There am I waiting along the sand.
    Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea.
    Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain.
    Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE.
    Here am I (voyager into life).
    Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge.
    Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil.
    Bring the gods, the gods' own fire.
    In the conflict revel.
    The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born,
    renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn.
    Animals queuing at the gate that stands upon the shore
    breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.
    Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life
    (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE!
    Here am I! Roll the stone away
    from the dark into ever-day.
    There was a rush along the Fulham Road
    into the Ever-passion Play.
    "And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision."

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    As much as our friendship resembles that of Barney the orderly and Hannibal Lecter, I must admit that the guitarist in my band Pinnacle writes some really good lyrics sometimes. Here's one:

    You fell asleep to the murmuring flow
    Of the stream beneath your window
    In the depths of night how do you know
    If dream or dreamer makes the time run slow?

    Flow with the stream to a far away place
    Back to the life you left behind
    Younger days with the sun on your face
    And the future undefined

    Who draws the line between singer and song
    And what if they were one in the same all along?

    And who are you when at night you dream,
    Drifting way beyond the stars?
    Would the one you dream of being now
    Dream of being who you are?

    When a new day comes as it always does
    Which half of you will fall away?
    And will whoever you are now
    Return to dream another day?

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    You got that right Dark Elf. Like a maelstrom Passion Play spins me round and sucks me down into a stark wonderland. Deeper than deep.

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