The return of the Thin White Duke throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we one magical moment Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven Bending sound Dredging the ocean lost in my circle Here am I Flashing no colour tall in this room overlooking the ocean
Here are we One magical movement from Kether to Malkuth 1 There are you You drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke throwing darts in lovers' eyes [x2] The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonder who wonder who wonder when Have you sought fortune evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink drink drain your glass raise your glass high
[CHORUS 1] It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be love It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here
[CHORUS 2] I must be only one in a million I won't let the day pass without her It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here
[CHORUS 3] Should I believe that I've been stricken? Does my face show some kind of glow? It's too late - to be grateful It's too late - to be late again It's too late - to be hateful The european cannon is here, yes it's here
It's too late [5 times] The European cannon is here
This was once a career goal for me. This is what I wanted to do for my life's work.
It is unfortunate that I was side tracked from my path - I hope someone stepped up to take my place. I'll get back into it; however, it just may be the plants indigenous to North America will become my focus.
There is much to learn out there as well. We only have to look for it.
This song still makes the goosehairs rise up on my arms. I don't know why.
It's not the pictures in the video that make the magic; it's the voices and the words that touch my heart and my mind.
Listen to the words - never mind the pictures - does it speak to you, too?
Kyrie by Mr. Mister
Kyrie eleison, kyrie eleison, kyrie
The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road
My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again
Chorus: Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light
When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be . . .
Chorus: Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night Kyrie eleison, where I'm going will you follow Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light
(chorus repeats out...)
"Kyrie Eleison (Greek for "Lord have mercy"; the Latin transliteration supposes a pronunciation as in Modern Greek) is a very old, even pre-Christian, expression used constantly in all Christian liturgies."
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There are more things in heaven and earth than man has an explanation for ... some famous guy said that. But I can't remember who ... whom ... whatever.