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Lyrics by album: Refugee's Home
Below are some rare and still hard to find lyrics. Be warned, however, that some may be rare for a good reason!
The aspects of vision are many,
and in addition there are
reflections, illusions and hallucinations.
If some can be shared that
makes us less alone.
If the dark can be faced, that makes us less afraid.
If we accept sight, that makes us more visible.
I feel the city
caging me like an animal;
I am crushed by the weight of the system,
but I can still raise a - human- shout against it.
I feel the tension of
doubt surge in me,
the release of eye-on-eye love,
the loss of
childhood idols and aspirations;
I clutch the transitory prizes of
knowledge and unspoken faith.
I feel the torch in my hand,
The spark
in my heart,
and I must carry both as long as I can.
We all have our
torches;
but lone flame-bearers do not make a procession of humanity.
It has been, and remains, my hope that through songs
vision can be
shared and enhanced.
As for me, disappearing like the Cheshire Cat
with hardly even my smile intact,
I can still look at you only through the
camera.
There is more urgent vision than that.
Listen to yourself.
A shaft of light, an eagle's wing,
A mountain top, A signet ring,
A crucifix, The axe's swing,
These prosaic things will be gone in the
twinkling of an eye.
With his voice falling short in the silence,
With his sight growing ever more dim,
With his senses now tuned to the
infinite,
What place has envy in him?
What a waste of life
observations,
If unaccompanied by any inner reflection or change;
If
the way of life is mysterious,
The way of Man is even more strange.
With a whole range of feeling inside us,
We perceive but do not
comprehend.
Like children with games full of magic,
Who toy with
themselves to the end.
Toy with themselves to the end.
So many
things pass before him
And in his fear he wishes he could hold them all
close,
Even though his grasp is clumsy,
And there is nothing here he
really knows.
In sublimely indifferent ignorance
Now where in the
world he might miss(??)
His sight stretches out like a hand in the night
and is severed at the wrist.
So many thoughts come towards him,
So many dreams now as he slides on that deepest descent
into ultimate
darkness,
So many tales, and all that they meant.
In sublimely
indifferent eloquence
Now where in the world that he holds
His sight
which has blinded him all of his life,
Is excised as the story is told.
…. As the stories are told….
This is what I do, this is what I am,
Just an ordinary man,
Searching for something, anything, in which to believe.
This is why I'm here, this is why I'm alive,
Not to conquer but
to strive,
Not without trepidation,
But on my feet and on my knees,
You're meant to be happy,
I should be happy just to breathe.
With each burning breath that I take,
I believe, I survive.
I
survive whatever befalls;
Someone else has had it all before.
But I'm
the one this time
(?????).
Oh but it gets tough some days,
caught into thinking my life's a hateful wasted chance,
so I've joined the
wastrel's dance.
It has slow as well as fast movement
and any change
must surely be an improvement
Even if its just to show that life turns
around.
Turn and face the music,
Burn your bridges if you choose
it,
But dont take the middle range.
Learn from every illusion and
though everything seems strange
Make it real for once in your life.
There is only each once in your life
Seasons come and friends go.
Its all ever-changing. You can't trap the moment, you can't even save it.
You can't own the present, your past or your future.
Oh but it gets hard sometimes
Trapped in a shell hole between the
lines, in no-man's land.
But no land is man.
Its a lifetime only
borrowed, is the tricks of love and life
then isn’t one of us to blame
(?????)
And back down .
Will I remember it all,
Or am I only dreaming?
Link to the Le Orme Fan Club
No change outside Time!
The City falls in curfew's arms, a night of fear
The darkness, omen
of my armies drawing near
In the distance smoke and fire fly
Like a
banner in the sky
My power overwhelming
Dare you look me in the eye?
The steel door, the iron cage, like an ice age
I am.
Comine
Mundi - as the permafrost descends
Domine Mundi - you will betray your
closest friends
Comine Mundi - you loose all sense of right and wrong
Domine Mundi - you sell your children for a song
A song that rises
from the bowels of the earth
The magma churning like a terrible rebirth
Fleeing legions like a river
Like a river running to the sea
They run from my power
But they find no sanctuary
No mercy No quarter
Mindless slaughter.
I am.
Domine Mundi -I am the firestorm in the
street
Domine Mundi -ten thousand drummer's muffled beat
Domine Mundi
-I am the scorpion's deadly sting
Domine Mundi - I am the end of
everything
Domine Mundi - as the permafrost descends
Domine Mundi -
you will betray your closest friends
Domine Mundi - you loose all sense of
right and wrong
Domine Mundi - you sell your children for a song
Domine Mundi -I am the firestorm in the street
Domine Mundi -ten thousand
drummer's muffled beat
Domine Mundi -I am the scorpion's deadly sting
Domine Mundi - I am the end of everything.
South of the Sahara, aching heart,
Is that where you'd guess all
astronomy starts?
We could have more knowledge than we dream,
In heaven
and earth nothing's less than it seems....
This could be the circle of the
stones,
The turn of the card or the rolling of bones,
This could be the
leyline of the land,
The past and the future that cross in our
hands,
This could close the circle.
Double star that hides itself,
white dwarf behind the Sun,
Oh
Sirius!
The things we can't explain remain mysterious.
South of the Sahara, Timbuctoo,
The back of beyond and the shock of
the new
This could be the strangest thing of all,
The body of science
with its back to the wall.
South of the Sahara,
Distant men of logic try
to trace
The shape of the vortex, the pattern of space.
The same as that
of atoms, as of mind.
Wherever we look, its ourselves that we find.
This
sand of the Sahara.
Double star that hides itself,
white dwarf behind the Sun,
Oh
Sirius!
The things we can't explain remain mysterious.
The people of the Dogon always knew,
The extraterrestrial's heavenly
view,
Stars that dog our passage, holy suns,
over the centuries these
have become
The legend of the Dogon.
We could be the leyline of the land,
Invisible shifts in the
houglass's sand
We could have more knowledge than we dream,
In heaven and
earth nothing's all that it seems....
We could be eternal...
I read the news, in a paper,
No flowers please, donations to
charity.
Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G.
Just send the money to Guy and Hugh
and David and me.
It's a joke, there is no hope left, who ever might
disagree.
Tell me that you've seen the worst, dish me the dirt.
Go on
and rip the back right off my shirt!
Tell me how I hate you Banton
Tell us that the bank account is zero
And that anyway there's no-one
left to play to,
Oh well, let it go.
How are we ever going to
get this act together on time?
It's been totally screwed up and I really
just don't know.
Is there any way of keeping the green feed line?
Its
out of the question, when the triple discussion booster's blown
Jackson, please! What's the matter man?
You're freaking me out you know.
Only playing happy families, maybe playing different tunes,
Always playing too hard, too fast, too soon!
Waiting for our fate to
take us,
Waiting for the liquidator,
Can't be cut-off by the paper in
the middle of a show.
Waiting for our fate to take us,
Waiting
for the liquidator,
The only news is bad news,
When the only story is
breaking up
or carrying on....
At the edge of the canyon,
looking down upon the haze
which
hides the future of this valley,
home, our earth through all the days
which have been and will come,
I hear the running feet of those yet to
follow.
At the end of such life as I call my own
I glimpse that
yet to come,
springing from me in the future tress of family shall run.
I have carried the seed;
conceived from me all people multiply
forward.
When it's over they will dig me from the gorge
and
proclaim that I am the first Man,
first soldier, first speaker, first tool
user,
that with me civilisation began.
In some order I have stumbled
-
is it right or am I planned ?
Still I feel it, still I know
that one day the world will fall to this human hand...
this clenched fist.
If that's the way it's going to be I can only say good luck!.
You Men who follow on from me must claw your lives out of here
or all our
lives will be trapped in the chasm.
The dying day:
I stand upon
the edge, stare down at what's to come below.
In a way there's all the
future in me,
destiny already known.
Already tired in my heart
I
start the long walk forward into Rift Valley,
to rest in Rift Valley.
Still instinctintively trying to save my tribe I survive into the
future.
Fight within a war within a song
Roland dies but memory lingers
on.....
Soldier, approaching the gate of Spain,
Treachery waits
for you and the baggage train,
A rear-guard stand, your final war,
It's what you've been living for.
Soldier as you sit astride
Viellantif
Durendal abides inside your sheath
Soon you shall grace the
day
Turpin and Oliver ride by your side
Bishop and King's Pawn
about-slide
Do you feel fit to slay?
Carlon is riding far ahead,
And cannot hear your voice if you call
Ganelon the traitor in his tent
Cannot wait to hear the word of your fall
Soon both shall laugh in
different ways
Soldier approaching the gate of Spain
The Paynim
are sharpening up their blades
Glory, your moment is here
Can you see
Marsillion yet?
Is that a Vulture wheeling overhead?
Twenty thousand
Frenchmen, the Flower of Honour,
Stepfathers Henchman waits to fall on you
Look around, the silence sounds of death.
Saracen plots and
Frenchman aids his plans,
Ambuscade springs eternal life to man.
Soldier now white rises from the cleft of Roncevaux
Battle, maybe you
should hear the words of Oliver,
It's time to blow your horn
Carlon twists and screams out in his sleep,
Ganelon walks the night with
knuckles raw,
Soon both shall die in different ways
And you can
see Marsillion now
Baligant wields Maltet in his hand
Now is the time
to hold to virtuous vows
Now's the time to fight and die alone in foreign
lands
Twenty thousand fall to sixty
There is no hope
Oliver can
well say "I told you so" now
Blow the horn and sound the call for
help,
help, help.....
Too late too late and Oliver falls
Now
only Turpin and thee, back to back,
Though Charlemaigne wheels round to
answer the call,
When he arrives he'll find your body hacked,
Only
revenge is left, Marsillion shall Die!
Only revenge is left, the traitor's
eye is beamed.
Roland the song is ended!
Roland the song is
ended!
Roland the song has only just begun
There you are, in the air, you start
at the stillness and the motion.
Where you are, are you scared
and far from the source of the
secret scene?
There you are, on the where of where you've been.
There
you are, on the square and come full circle.
Where you are, do you care
that you're part
of a higher
state unseen?
There you are, is that where you are, at the centre.
You exit, and you enter ...
labyrinthine dreams.
There you are,
..
There you are, is that where you are, at the
centre.
You exit, and you enter
...
Keep your feet on the beam.
There you are,
Where you are,
There you are, on the where of
where you've been,
There you are, come full circle,
Where you are,
There you are, at the centre.
You exit, and you enter ...
labyrinthine dreams.
There you are,
...