From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago
Built to last
Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appeare
A web designed so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone white destined rod
Part 2: Corpus - That No One of Existing Things Doth Perish, But Men In Error Speak Of Their Changes As Destructions And As Deaths
This now, when everything never dies,
Live again
Burst into the scarlet skies
Reshaped, resized
In this dark hour
I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs
Troubling me
Cloaked in the veil of light
Clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying
Truth beyond these walls
Na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na - Nag!
Ham-ma-di!
Na, na, na, na, na, na - Nag!
Na, na, na
In this dark hour
I search the cave relentlessly
Pondering grand designs
Troubling me
Cloaked in the veil of light
Clarity brightens my halls
Proof of the undying
Truth beyond these walls
Flame of morn, upon a face
That jewel of light, that jewel of light crisp and clear
Released into this starlit place
Erected from a secret, silent space
From silence to somewhere
From a heavy sleep all things appeare
From the mould, the mother womb
That dark and moist, dark and moist shield of olde
To rise up again from the tomb
And like the fragile sprout in twilight's gloom
Into the world unfold
Ancestral gold, the line of blood
A web stretched out so long ago
The footprints of a heathen god
Entwined around this bone white destined rod
Epilogue:
Boughs of green, so gently dancing in the wind
Embracing the earth, my death and my birth
By warm winds caressed and enclosed in mirth
Here I lie, at peace in solitude forever
Until I am stirred
From my nest like a bird
And soar into the world once again
Aš Yes skambesio nelabai pažįstu, tačiau man šen bei ten vis vaidenasi Andersoniška fleita. Bandau prisiminti, ką labiausiai primena vokalas, bet toks jausmas, kad mišinį kelių skirtingų progroko vokalistų. Šiaip sunkoka atsekti, kieno įtakoj Wobbler yra kol kas čia.
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Gaila, kad Dievas mūsų nebepageidauja čia.
Jei nežinočiau, kad Wobbler - norvegai, pagalvočiau, jog groja italų progrokeriai. Intonacijos artimos Banco del Mutuo Soccorso, netgi melancholija dvelkia Nosound dvasia. Savo epiškumu primena Yes. Kitaip sakant, girdžiu tai, kas man patinka ir artima.
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Sielos polėkis, išmokantis skrist -
Galimybės ribotos, bet pasiryžęs bandyt.
Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly
2018 m. vasario 15 d. 17:08:51
Aš Yes skambesio nelabai pažįstu, tačiau man šen bei ten vis vaidenasi Andersoniška fleita. Bandau prisiminti, ką labiausiai primena vokalas, bet toks jausmas, kad mišinį kelių skirtingų progroko vokalistų. Šiaip sunkoka atsekti, kieno įtakoj Wobbler yra kol kas čia.
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Gaila, kad Dievas mūsų nebepageidauja čia.
2018 m. sausio 7 d. 17:41:25
Jei nežinočiau, kad Wobbler - norvegai, pagalvočiau, jog groja italų progrokeriai. Intonacijos artimos Banco del Mutuo Soccorso, netgi melancholija dvelkia Nosound dvasia. Savo epiškumu primena Yes. Kitaip sakant, girdžiu tai, kas man patinka ir artima.
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Sielos polėkis, išmokantis skrist - Galimybės ribotos, bet pasiryžęs bandyt. Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly