The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
Well maybe she remembers us collecting space up in the sky
The scratching of a mellotron
It always seemed to make her cry
There’s one thing I can do
Play my mellotron for you
Try to blow away your city blues
Your dreams are not unfound
Get your feet back on the ground
The truth will set us free, we cannot lose
I dreamed I met a Galilean
A most amazing man
He had that look you very rarely find
The haunting, hunted kind
I asked him to say what had happened
How it all began
I asked again; he never said a word
As if he hadn’t heard
Oh God, you’re dead
Oh God, you’re dead
Oh God, you’re dead
Long live God, long live God
Long live God, long live God
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets: the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Don’t go far, circle close
The Father, Son, the Holy Ghost
To the Trinity, I raise a toast
Ahh yeah!
Looking through stained windows
I see a rose on the wall
Thorns that draw blood
From Your face
I hear the agony of Your call
To me
Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, Cheap hookers, Groovy lookers.
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
Bless the beasts and the children
Give them shelter from the storm
Keep them safe, keep them warm
We spotted the ocean at the head of the trail
Where are we going, so far away
And somebody told me that this is the place
Where everything’s better, everything’s safe
Walk on the ocean
Step on the stones
Flesh becomes water
Wood becomes bone
I think about your pale arms waving
When I see the caps upon the green
And the rocking roller-coaster ocean
Think about you every night when I’m fathoms asleep
And in my dreams
We are rocking in a similar motion
Young man rhythm’s got a hold on me too
I got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
I see, I see lovers in the meadow
I see, I see silhouettes in the window
I’ll watch them ‘til they’re gone
And they leave me hangin’ on
To a shadow.
I’m sick of love, I hear the clock tick
This kind of love, ah, I’m love sick.
I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
She’s a lady, she’s got time
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face
She’s a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
I wanna fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I’m free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution
60 revolutions per minute
This is my regular speed
So how do you want me to live with it?
How do you want me to live with it?
Sorrow what does revolution mean to you
To save today is like wishing in the wind
All my beautiful friends have all gone away
Like the waves they flow and ebb and die
There’s a revolution
There’s a revolution
There’s a, there’s revolution
There’s a revolution
I thought our days were commonplace
Thought they would number in the millions
Now there’s only the aftertaste
Of circumstance that can’t pass this way again
We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again.
We may never pass this way again.