Promenade
---------Lead me from tortured dreams
Childhood themes of nights alone,
Wipe away endless years,
childhood tears as dry as stone.From seeds of confusion,
illusions dark blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of sorrow
the doubt still is sown.My life's course is guided
decided by limits drawn
on charts of my past days
and pathways since I was born.The Sage
--------I carry the dust of a journey
that cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day.You and I are yesterday's answers;
The earth of the past came to flesh,
Eroded by Time's rivers
To the shapes we now possess.Come share of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our stream and our times.
In bright, infinite moments,
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.The Curse of Baba Yaga
---------------------Double faces dark defense
Talk too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling eyes
Butter us up with smiling liesTalk to creatures raise the dead
Fate you know sure got fed
Trained apart from houses of stone
Whores and hustlers pick the boneThe Great Gates of Kiev
-----------------------Come forth, from love's fire
Born in life's fire,
born in life's fire.
Come forth, from love's fireIn the burning, of our yearning,
for life to be.
And in pain there must be gain,
new life!Stirring in, salty streams
and dark hidden seams
where the fossil sun gleams.They were, sent to the gates
Ride the tides of fate,
ride the tides of fate.
They were, sent to the gatesIn the burning all are yearning,
For life to be.There's no end to my life,
no beginning to my death
Death is life.
Songwriters
MUSSORGSKY, MODESTPublished by
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