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I am become the destroyer of worlds.
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2. |
Long Day Journey #3
02:54
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Long Day Journey #3 (Bryden)
It’s a long day journey
Frost on the windowsill
Longing in my heart and still
No word from you - no word from you
It’s a long day journey
Pressed to a silver spade
Lying cool in the shade
Of hearts grown warm
While days grow cool.
Long day journey into love (3x)
It’s a long day journey
Top of this windy hill
Yearning in my heart and still
No thought but you - no thought but you
It’s a long day journey
Light on the open road
My river overflows
With songs for you - it’s all for you.
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3. |
Flower Balm
03:14
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Flower Balm (Quinn-Bryden)
Peace and love my brothers
Should apply to everyone
Not just the war machine
and the feral guns
Your wars are sick and pitiful
Your wars they are no fun
But there’s a simple answer
Put a flower in the gun
Your angry minds and religious views
Breed casualties of war
and entertainment for the news
Stop the march for power
Learn to get along
Let’s drop a bomb that’s full of
flowers - flowers and a song.
It may seem so mundane
To make it sound too easy
But we’ve got so much to gain
and we’ve lost so much already
You know this universe
can be a cold and heartless place
But we’re the ones who choose
Just how we end this race.
Heck no - we won’t go.
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4. |
Any Old Strum Will Do
03:40
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Any Old Strum Will Do (Bryden)
Play it now guitar man
Play it now for real
Know that you are the star man
You show us how to feel
Oh - we’re lost in our worry
Play it loud and draw people near
Attract a crowd so all may hear
Let it each chord dispel some fear
Let each note ring so clear
Oh we’re lost in a hurry
And when we want to feel happy
Because we’re feeling so blue
That’s when we call on guitar man
And any old strum will do
Any old strum will do.
You hold the secret of real wealth
You usher in a season of health
You take hard edges and shape them round
You save our souls with your heavenly sound.
Guitar, guitar man! Guitar, guitar man!
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6. |
Eternity Skies
04:03
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Eternity Skies (Bryden)
Well here you are
Looking on while others look away
With a heart so open
Breaking like the start of a brand new day
There where we stand
Where the sea meets the sand
My heart in your heart
and my hand in your hand
I see in your eyes eternity, eternity skies
With a heart so open
Laughing as the waves come rushing in
Our hearts become one
Long have we been waiting to begin
Here where we stand
Where the sea meets the sand
With my heart in my heart
and your hand in my hand
I see in your eyes eternity, eternity skies
Nothing dies, it never does
Life goes on forevermore
What is this magic that keeps me in tune?
The only answer is - because
No point to endeavour more
What is so tragic about realms in ruin?
Beyond this skin, beyond this sky
Something taunts us heavenward
What is the lesson we have not yet learned?
So let’s begin and don’t ask why
A heart will break when hope’s deferred
What is the true cost when love’s gift is spurned
The ocean will take us again.
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7. |
We Can't Ask Alice
02:20
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We Can’t Ask Alice (Quinn-Bryden)
Little girl you’re not prepared
Leave your curiosity behind
Don’t search the fabrics of your mind
What is it you want to find?
You may find it blows your mind.
We can’t ask Alice. (2X)
It’s so unkind, no reason or rhyme
Soon you will find it blows your mind
It blows your mind
What will be one mindless trip
You may just get lost inside
Just think before you drop this time
Reality has been so kind - you may find
It blows your mind.
Now she doesn’t speak or make a sound
Her feet are five feet off the ground
Her fantasies spoiled all her facts
Now no one knows when she’ll be back
Back on track - she blew her mind.
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8. |
Love's Hard To Swallow
04:06
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Love’s Hard to Swallow (Bryden)
When the light fades away
And the tears start to fall
Will you give me your hand
Will you help me at all
When the stormy winds blow
It’s so hard to decide
Where you should go
Or what’s wrong or what’s right
Hear the wind and the rain
and you just want to follow
When the stories of love
Seem so hard to swallow.
When it all seems so bleak.
Nothing seems to ring true.
When you’re down in that hole
and you don’t have a clue.
You gave all and got nothing
but a slap in the face.
All the good feeling vanishing
without a trace.
Hear the train whistle blow
and the ground here seems fallow
and the songs about love
just seem so shallow.
Can’t live with this pain.
Can’t live with this shame.
Gotta get through this day
without slipping away.
There’s no time to delay.
Hear the birds taking wing
and you just want to follow.
When the stories of love
just seem so hollow.
Hear the wind and the rain
and you just want to follow
When the stories of love…
Love sweet love seem so hard
to swallow.
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9. |
Happenin' Street
02:00
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Happenin’ Street (Quinn)
Taking a walk
on a sunny afternoon
Drift down the sidewalk
and see what was old become new
Scenes that I see
like pictures in frames
A canvas of colours
and no two the same
Just patrollin’ my beat
on happening street
A moment to rest and lay myself
on the grass
Under the sun I lie and decide
my next path
So many sights that
can’t be ignored
So many places that
must be explored
Just patrollin’ my beat
on happening street
Just trippin’ along singing my song
On a sunny, sunny day.
Stories are told by
each person you pass by
Away blow the clouds and
crystal clear are the skies
Time moves so slow
and hours I’ve been
Swinging down north
and back up again
Just patrollin’ my beat
on happening street
on a sunny, sunny day
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10. |
Love in the Atomic Age
03:52
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Love in the Atomic Age (Bryden)
People wonder why it seems to be
no one cares
while they’re rushing madly here
and there
People wonder why it seems to be
so hard to care
While they’re subconsciously
facing despair
They need love, love, love in the atomic age.
People wonder why things seem to be
so unfair
While the dollar is crashing and the
basket is bare
People wonder why their lives seem to be
up in the air
While over their heads there’s a sword
hanging there
They need love, love, love in the atomic age
People can’t see why some people
seem so unaware
Life in the dark at the top of
the stairs
People open their eyes think they’re alone
caught in a snare
Reach out in the dark find another
hand there
They need love, love, love in the atomic age.
People think suicide might be the best way
through La Guerre
Just before they decide a dove lands
on the square
People think consciousness might be the
best cure for the nightmare
If heaven’s above why can’t we bring it
down here?
They need love, love, love in the atomic age.
Can’t hug a time bomb.
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Aquarius Fair (Quinn-Bryden) / Destroyer of Worlds Pt. 2 (Bryden-Quinn-Oppenheimer)
Aquarius Fair:
Here come the water carriers
The curious Aquarians
With the sunshine they awoke
Their long winter sleep revoked.
Floating forth upon the air
inclined to join Aquarius Fair.
Hydrating body and mind.
Travellers of the curious kind.
Turn the page to start again
An overture to a different end
See your life written in the text
From one page to the next
From chapter to chapter
You can choose just as you like
For nothing is forever carved in stone
and no story’s better lived alone.
Come all you travellers
So weary and so worn
Come to the water’s edge
Your burden to be borne
Here come the mighty ones
Virtuous in majesty
Summoning the best in us
Going forth to victory
Calling us to the fray
All our fear is swept away
Nothing left to stand in our way
as we await the dawning - of the day.
Destroyer of Worlds Pt. 2:
I am become… the destroyer of worlds.
Be still, be still you children fair
I rise, I rise, I rise up from my lair
Your time, time’s up. Your time is all but done.
You’ve had - your day.
You’ve had your day in the sun.
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Grouch is the only Marx that matters,
Every Russian Loves a Beatle song,
John is the only Lennon we know,
Music is the place we all get along.
For 100 years we had no religion.
Then Pussy Riot sang their 'Punk Prayer'.
Now suddenly everyone is so religious.
Putin put them in the Gulag and wanted
to leave them there...
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13. |
Mr. Blues Takes a Trip
01:56
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Mr. Blues Takes a Trip (Quinn-Bryden)
It ain’t that easy.
You can’t by.
Lonely thoughts surround your head
You’re trapped inside your mind.
When nothing seems to ease your blues
There’s one thing you can do.
You can take a trip - take a trip!
What was the problem?
Why did you cry?
It doesn’t make sense
except the flight outside your mind.
When you’re so sick of feeling blue
There’s one thing you can do.
You can take a trip - take a trip!
Happy vacation land is expecting you, Mr. Blues.
Do what you have to do to get on that plane, Mr. Blues.
Change is as good as a rest while you’re mind is
expanding too.
You don’t have to stay depressed,
travel is the best, Mr. Blues.
It’s so easy.
So easy to fly.
Just call your travel agent
and pick a spot to try.
I took a trip but the airline broke my guitar.
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Day of the Living Long Hairs - Parts 1, 2, 3 & 4 (Quinn-Bryden)
Part One: Aquarius Rising:
In the beginning there was nothing but darkness
Then the light broke in
Aquarius rising through the age of Atomicus
A new age about to begin
Choosing sides,
battle lines being drawn.
The mystic forces of the water bearer
against the enemies of the dawn.
Man the barricades, start the cannonades
One with the power, one with the flower
The ancient forces for good in the universe
against the enemies of the dawn.
Part Two: Free From the Fear Disease
Wake up when the light shines through
Dance barefoot in the grass
Circles of sunlight reflect all the wonderful
pleasures that Mother Nature has
Everything is fine and wonderful
in a world made for peace
But there’s a threat you ain’t guessed yet
A power unrelenting that just won’t cease.
Silver sunlight in the morning
Quiet sundown every night
Free love in the afternoon
Everything just out of sight
All the children with stars in their eyes
Painted faces and a dayglo surprise
But round the corner is a bent-over man
He masterminds a very different plan.
Long hair flowing with the breeze
Their choice to live as they please
Clear thoughts in a sunny day haze
Free from the fear disease.
Part Three: Clashing with the Gestapo
In the beginning we had only to say the word
Only the truth could be told
Then came distractions with borders and factions
The king of the underworld claimed his gold.
Rising from this deep
The phoenix ascended
Clashing with the gestapo
The orchestra played da-capo, da-capo,
da-capo
Part Four: Fortune Favours the Bold
Beyond the meadow there are sights to behold
With every sunset some new stories are told
The flower people had it right all along
There’s only 2 ways, one is right and one’s wrong
So take my hand and we will climb to new heights
We’ll free the land and we will proclaim our rights
Press your body so much closer to mine
Our love will grow and flourish more over time
With every sunrise fortune favours the bold
You feel like sunlight when your body I hold.
One day, some day
And as the sun lays to sleep
So too do the children.
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Slam dancing on the planetary stage
Boiling over with this pent-up rage
Looking for someone I can punch or kick
Ramping up viruses to make men sick
Carry my anger like a stomped-on flag
Cursing the victims and the ones who brag
Cutting myself off from every trace of love
Cutting myself off from god above
Deep in my cave where the bad spirits dwell
I give myself over completely to hell
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The Promise of Purpose (Quinn-Bryden)
How can you say there’s no hope left in sight
When we have been giving our all to this fight
As long as there’s some breath left in us alive
We’ll find a way to survive and to thrive
The new day has dawned and it’s enemies rise
What they’re trying to do comes as no surprise
Don’t be dismayed or detained in your quest
Don’t be victimized while under duress
The darkness will flee under your steady gaze
Your people are standing with you in the fray
We’ll move on from here when this cycle’s done
But not a minute before this war is won.
Hand me that sceptre. Hand me that gown.
Banish that spectre. Give me my crown
A race made of kings and queens shall prevail.
We have this promise - and we shall not fail.
We shall not fail.
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17. |
Street Opera #2
05:40
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Street Opera #2 (Bryden)
I was strollin’ down the block a streetlight
When the vision crept into my brain
Something inside keeps pushin’ me baby
Sayin’ nothing’s gonna be the same.
And if you hear my heartbeat baby
Like a river on overflow
You’re gonna get that downbeat baby
There’s just one thing I want you to know
One thing I want you to know
That if you fall down
I’m gonna catch you
And if you get high
I’m gonna watch you fly.
I was talkin’ like a man insane baby
My senses done made for the door
I was feelin’ upset, I was swimmin’ in sweat
I was seeking light, high and low
I was tired, I was wired,
I was bad uninspired
When the feeling finally found me deranged
I got hot in the collar, turned green as a dollar
When someone said it’s time for change
Don’t you think it’s time for a change?
Well the sun came up and the first little pup
Took a step toward the shore of the sea
He made his first bark and a cosmic spark
Ignited half the local scenery
Goodnight, good-day, goodbye brother
It’s been a pleasure but I sure gotta roll
There’s a band downtown makin’ vagabond sounds
Like a floodlight splashin’ your soul
I was turned, I was burned, I was fallin’ awake
From all the secrets that I had to reveal
Pump me full of lead and leave me for dead
If there’s anything I try to conceal
Well the last thing you know is the first thing to go
and there’s no one you can ask for help
Except your brother standin’ right beside you
Lookin’ at you like you look yourself
Love your brother like you love yourself.
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Warriors of the Golden Spiral (Bryden)
I came into this life
and my eyes could not help but see
That all around me
Nothing was familiar
There was no one to make me feel
that I was not alone
Or that there was purpose in my
being here
From all sides the dark forces
at work in the material world
Sought to make me renounce
my heart’s recollection
of some purer reality
Many hard battles were fought
on the field of my soul’s honour
and not all were won
Many times it seemed
that horrible spectre had succeeded
and my cup was surely smashed
And yet, in these dark hours
of dire conflict
and most painful realization
There was a voice within…
Faint and obscured by my mind’s
mad prancing
but nonetheless audible
Speaking softly in soothing tones
words of forgiveness and hope
And it was to this voice that I listened
Above all others and gave greatest heed
in gravest times
And when at last the sun was summoned
and warm winds blew away
from my soul’s ship
The clouds of storm
The voice rose within!
and became a great healing power.
Which transformed my grief into my joy
and my scars into brightest armour
And wading through the streams
of my thought’s disorder
Rediscovered the fount of wisdom and
Restored my heart it’s kingdom’s throne
And when all my inner struggles ceased
The outside world shone in through
my soul’s window
With a never before imagined lustre
A shining glow, an imperial aura
Illuminated the material world
and helped consolidate my newly found
inner solidarity
And my body
My poor wracked body
So long the first victim
of my confusion
Became as a chariot forged
from sterling silver
A fitting vehicle for my sojourn
in the lands of time
And lo! When all seemed too wonderful
for improvement
There came into my sight
a new being.
Another of my kind.
And it was as in the days of old
When the firstborn of our human race
Achieving sight of outward vision
First beheld in sublime astonishment
another of their kind.
And there began the great connection
that to this day is still maintained.
So that
Linking hands and hearts and minds
Bear fleeting but sure witness to
The invisible warriors of the golden spiral
in their grand march to the stars.
Aum… (4X)
Where has all the anti-matter gone?
Down that black hole.
What is left when everything’s gone?
Celestial beings watching over you.
Benevolent creatures loving you.
Celestial engines… (4X)
When things are so tranquil
When things are so still
The warriors are sharpening
The warriors are sharpening
their spears
We are one… (4X)
All these things are comprised
of tiny, itty-bitty things
All these itty-bitty things are in essence
all the same
As itty-bitty are these things
There is space between them all
All these itty-bitty things are moving,
grooving without end
These tiny itty-bitty things are
like a magnet to a friend.
All things dance… (3X)
Dance all things, dance all things
Dance as one (4X)
Beat your shield, stomp the ground
Stomp the ground right where
you stand
Never yield, except to things
Except to things so fine and grand
Call out your mortal enemy
Call out the ones you’ve hurt so bad
Call out your mortal enemy
Call out the ones who make you mad
Lay down your shield, become good friends
Lay down your shield and make amends
When things are so tranquil
The warriors are sharpening
their spears… (2X)
Invisible warriors… (8X)
Atavistic memory
Akashic Chronicle
Library of Alexandria
Knowledge of the higher worlds…
Warriors fight for peace… (4X)
Love is the only thing that’s real
Love is the only thing… (7X)
Warriors fight for peace.
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Bob Bryden Burlington, Ontario
Formerly of Reign Ghost, Christmas, Benzene Jag and Age of Mirrors.
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