rick wakeman - guinevere
Guinevere
Rick Wakeman
Love me my Guinevere
In my court, please be near
While our realm is dying
And brave knights are crying
Stay close by side
Lancelot felt no fear
Loved his king?s Guinevere
All his love he gave her
Fought through quests to save her
Love, showing the way
Guinevere
Golden tresses shining in the air
Spread against the Jasper sea
Sorrow beheld her face
False love supplying grace
Knowing Arthur?s fights
And his trusted knights
Meant more than his queen.
rick wakeman - journey to the centre of the earth
The Journey / Recollection
The Journey
By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past
In Iceland, where the mountain stood with pride
They set off with their guide
To reach the mountain side
Roped as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of volcanic rock they went
Look up from our telescopic lens,
One star for us to share,
We continue on our prayer.
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.
Narration 1
Admiring shades of lava which imperceptibly passed from reddish brown to bright yellow, their way lit by crystals appearing as lighted globes, they continued through the lava gallery, which gently sloped until they reached the inter section of two roads.
Without hesitation Professor Lidenbrook chose the eastern tunnel.
And the journey continued through a succession of arches, appearing before them as if they were the aisles of a gothic cathedral; the walls were enhanced with impressions of Rock weeds and mosses from the Silurian epoch.
Narration 2
The Eastern route they had taken had come to a dead end. With three days'walk back to the fork to find Arne Saknussemm's original route, they found their water rations were limited to one day.
Knowing their only change of finding water was on that route, they set off for the fork and there finally they fell almost lifeless on the third day. After sleep, they continued down the other tunnel in their quest for water, and whilst searching on his own, Hans, the guide, heard the sound of water thundering behind a granite wall, and, with a pick axe, attacked the wall so as to allow a stream of boiling water to enter and cool in their tunnel. Not only had they found life in the water but they had also found a flowing guide to the Centre of the Earth. They called the stream the Hansbach.
Narration 3
Replenished with the water the journey continued with haste, but somehow they find themselves separated. Professor Lidenbrook's nephew Axel found himself alone. His mind was seized with unparalleled fear and he saw memories of home flashing before him.
His fiancee Grauben, his house and friends in Hamburg. He saw hallucinations of all the incidents of the journey. And, unworthy as he felt, he knelt in fervent prayer and then, in panic, he ran blindly through a tunnel only to reach a dead end, where he fell panting for breath. In the darkness he cried... voices... voices... voices... He heard voices. He heard his uncle's voice.
Due to the shape of the gallery and the conducting power of the rocks, his uncle's voice was uncannily travelling around the walls. By means of their chronometers they discovered they were four miles apart, so Axel set about the task of rejoining the Professor and their guide.
Recollection
Memories of a life on earth go flashing past,
Of home of Grauben, friends of whom he's seen his last
Contemplating what his life's been worth,
While trapped beneath the earth,
An embryo at birth
Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, where no other man has ever been
Silurian epoch hosts me as my grave,
My final blow I wave,
A life too late to save
Crystals of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.
Narration 4
Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. He fell down a vertical shaft, his head hitting a sharp rock. He lost consciousness. On opening his eyes, he found himself with the Professor and the guide, and, looking around him, he saw an ocean stretching as faras the eye could see, a giant forest of mushrooms, a line of huge cliffs, and strange clouds hung overhead, as he lay on a deeply indented shore of golden sand strewn with shells. For a moment, he thought he was back on the surface of the earth, but he soon realised that they had reached a world within a world.
The Battle / The Forest
Narration 5
Having made a raft from wood taken from the giant mushroom forest, with rigging consisting of a mast made of two staves lashed together, a yard made of a third, and a sail borrowed from their stock of rugs, they set sail from the harbour - Port Grauben, named after Axel's fiancee. With a north-westerly wind propelling them along at about three miles an hour, silvery beams of light, reflected here and there by drops of spray, produced luminous points in the eddy created by the raft. Soon all land was lost to view. Five days out to sea, they witnessed a terrifying battle between two sea monsters. One having the snout of a porpoise, the head of a lizard, and teeth of a crocodile - an Ichthyosaurus. And the other, the mortal enemy of the first, a serpent with a turtle's shell, the Plesiosaurus.
The Battle
Five days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws indicating some disturbance.
The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two hundred feet, with
frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise
Rising out of the angry sea, towered the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters closed for battle
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed as one and cried
"Save me, save me, save me, save me"
The serpents' fight went on for hours, two monsters soaring up like towers
And driving down to the depths in a single motion
Suddenly, the serpent's head, shot out of the water bathed in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the ocean
Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men thanked the Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God."
Narration 6
Cumulus clouds formed heavily in the south, like huge wool packs heaped up in picturesque disorder. Under the influence of the breezes they merged together, growing darker, forming a single menacing mass. The raft lay motionless on the sluggish waveless sea and in silence they waited for the storm.
Narration 7
For four days the storm had raged as they clung to the mast of their raft for safety. Finally, with their raft wrecked after being bashed against the reefs, they lay sheltered from the pouring rain beneath a few overhanging rocks where they ate and slept. The next day all trace of the storm had disappeared and what remained of their stock seemed intact. Checking the compass brought only heartbreak as it showed that a chance of wind during the storm had returned them to just a few miles north of Port Grauben. So, deciding to try and find the original route they advanced with difficulty over granite fragments mingled with flint, quartz, and alluvial deposits, eventually reaching a plain covered with bones. like a huge cemetery. A mile further on, they reached the edge of a huge forest made up of vegetation of the Tertiary period. Tall palms were linked by a network of inextricable creepers, a carpet of moss covering the ground and the leaves were colourless, everything having a brownish hue.
Exploring the forest they discovered a heard of gigantic animals, Mastadons, which were being marshalled by a primitive human being, a Proteus. He stood over twelve foot high and brandished an enormous bough, a crook worthy of this antediluvian shepherd.
The Forest
Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother nature birth
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been
Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been
The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, bathed in waves of blinding light
Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream
Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere
Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
Hidden deep below our earth, a frightening, bygone age
Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as one and ran.
Narration 8
Dumb with astonishment and amazement which bordered on stupefaction, they fled the forest.
Instinctively, they made towards the Lidenbrook Sea. Discovering a rusty dagger on the beach, and the carved initials of the explorer before them on a slab of granite, they realised that thay were once again treading the route of Arne Saknussemm.
Following a short sea journey around a cape, they came ashore where a dark tunnel plunged deep into rock. Venturing down, their progress was halted by a piece of rock blocking their way. After deciding to blow their way through, and setting the charge, they put out to sea for safety.
With the explosion, the rocks before them opened like a curtain, and a bottomless pit appeared in the shore. The explosion had caused an earthquake, the abyss had opened up, and the sea was pouring into it.
Down and down they plunged into the huge gallery, but on regaining their senses found their raft rising at tremendous speed. Trapped in the shaft of an active volcano they rose through the ages of man to be finally expelled out on a mountain-side riddled with tiny lava streams.
Their journey was completed and they found themselves 3000 miles from their original starting point in Iceland. They had entered by one volcano and they had come out by another. With the blue mountains of Calabria in the east they walked away from the mountain that had returned them.
The frightening Mount Etna.
rick wakeman - arthur
"Whoso put out this sword from the stone of anvil. Is the true born king of all Britain!"
Upon a new dear´s day
A host of knights did pray
That fron the anvil one could draw the sword.
As each knight took his turn
they fould the anvil,held it firm;
None worthy of a future King and Lord.
Sir Kay the bravest knight
Appeared to try his might
He dreamed of being King, as all the rest
To Arthur Sir Kay called to search
And bring for him a sword
In earnest Arthur set about his quest.
A thurchyard in the wood
The sword and anvil stood
And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone
The anvil now defeated
His quest for the sword completed
A sword that was to place him on the throne
A sword that was to place him on the throne
Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword
And knelt to pray
then gently took it from young Arthur´s hand
They marvelled at his quest
Proclaiming to the rest
Arthur is the King of all this land
Arthur the king of all this land
rick wakeman - battle the forest
The Battle
Five days out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm
on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water was indicating some
disturbance.
The raft was hurled by and unseen source, two hundred
feet,
With frightening force
And a dark mass rising showed to be a giant porpoise
Rising out of the angry sea, towered the creature's
enemy,
And so the two sea monstrers closed for battle
Crocodile's teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye,
stained ocean red
Moving close to their raft's side, the two men prayed
as one and cried
"Save me, save me, save me, save me"
The serpent's fight went on for hours, two monsters
soaring up like towers
And driving down to the depths in a single motion
Suddenly, the serpent's head, shot out of the water
bathed in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the ocean
Crocodile's teeth, lizard's head, bloodshot eye
stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the three men tanked the
Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God".
The Forest
Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the
earth
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which gave mother
nature birth
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is
seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where
he's been
(Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been,
wonder where he's been)
The shore now gone behind the hills, a forest in our
sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, batherd in waves of
blinding light
Forests from far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric world, for you and I a dream.
Brownish hue dictates my eye, no colour hides their
fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by
atmosphere
Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked
with rage
Hidden deep below our eath, a frightening, bygone age
Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a huge primeval
man
The three men filled with disbelief, just turned as
one and ran.
rick wakeman - buried alive
Nowhere left for me to hide.
Waiting for my paranoia.
Way too late to change my mind.
No-one wants to beat me.
Locked away no place to go.
Everything is disappearing.
Angels rush to meet the foolish.
No-one comes to meet me.
I'm just buried alive.
Nowhere else left to hide
No-one knows me inside.
No-one gets out alive.
(Alive) again donґt breathe a word.
Listen hard and hear the silence.
Starve the poor and feed the rich.
Thereґs no revolution
Build me up then knock me down.
Watch my life collapse around me.
Prison cells with no release date.
There is no resolution.
No-one gets out alive.
Nowhere else left to hide.
No-one knows me inside.
I'm just buried alive.
Come and get me and take me away
I donґt want you to go.
Iґm locked in a nigthmare
Where you never stay
It canґt be the end of the show
Head for the wings and then run for your live
I hope you have somewhere to hide
The devil, no longer has all the best tunes
We've all been buried alive
No-one wants to be me
No-one cares if Iґm free
Only God knows that weґre all buried alive.
No-one wants to come and save me.
No-one wants to save my face.
No-one wants to stand beside me.
No-one wants to take my place.
Nowhere left for me to hide.
Waiting for my paranoia.
Way too late to change my mind.
No-one wants to beat me.
Locked away no place to go.
Everything is disappearing.
Angels rush to meet the foolish.
No-one comes to meet me.
I'm just buried alive.
Nowhere else left to hide
No-one knows me inside.
No-one gets out alive.
No-one wants to be me.
No-one cares if i'm free.
Only God knows that weґre all buried alive
rick wakeman - foreword
It has been said many times
that in life yo
should never go back, but,
as with all"great sayings"
there will always be an exception
to the rule, especially where
a dream is concerned
For many years, my dream has been
to return to the centre of the earth
In january 1974, when the origional
the "journey to the center of the earth
was recorded live at the royal
festival hall in london,
technology
going
going
going
going
going
going
going
rick wakeman - is anybody there
Does anyone know my name?
Is there anybody there?
You're as near me as you can ever be,
Watching me,
Watching me.
Does anyone love me?
Does anyone need me?
Nobody knows my name,
Takes my blame,
Feels my pain.
Does anyone care for me?
I just need a life to share.
All my life i've searched
For someone just like you.
Is there anybody there?
Is anyone there?
Anyone there?
I don't know why you make me
wanna stay,
'Cos there's no-one left to love.
I'm losing my life for a reason,
I'm losing my life 'cos of you.
Is anybody really there?
No-one waits for no-one,
No-one cares at all.
Nowhere left to hang around,
No-one left to call.
Patience is my virtue,
By virtue of my shame.
Broken pieces everywhere,
Everything's a game.
Where have all the people gone
That once were in my life.
Why has everybody gone away?
Does anyone know my name?
Or does anybody care?
There's a reason
Why i know i have to stay,
So is there anybody there?
I'm losing my life for a reason,
I'm losing my life 'cos of you.
I want to know you're out there just
for me.
I'm tired of waiting here for you,
Now i've made up my mind.
You're no good,
I don't need you.
I don't care anymore when you cry.
I'm sending my love far away
With a piece of my heart
And a tear for each day
That i cried,
So there must be a reason for living,
There must be a reason for loving.
It's all right,
It's all right.
Will anybody really care
If i just walk away,
With a tear in each eye
And a reason not to stay?
Does anybody really know me?
Does anybody really care?
Is there anybody there?
rick wakeman - julia
Run - heart in my mouth
Run so hard that it beats
and repeats in my head like a gun
East - west, north and south
No direction to go
but I know that the ending's begun
I know I made a mistake coming here again
But I had to remind myself of where and
when
We threw off our chains
Hid ourselves in ourselves from the world
and its organised hell
Now - nothing remains
Barely a trace of the place where I knew
him well
Down
Down he said get on the floor
And stay well away from the door
Or someone will see us for sure
And I
Loved him like no-one before
Princess madonna and whore
Kept comig back for more
Run - goodness know where
I'm a poor refugee
and I might as well be on the moon
Still why should I care?
I had it all in one grand afternoon
Down
Down he said get on the floor
And stay well away from the door
Or someone will see us for sure
And I
Loved him like no-one before
Princess madonna and whore
Kept comig back for more
I
Feeling the death and decay
Didn't expect him to stay
Stay with me Julia stay
But I
Only remember that day
As ruler of all I survey
And nothing can take that away
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