Standing on the edge of a fading cliff
I look down at the only future calling me
And now surrounded by cracked walls up the narrow stairs
And I am thinking of this life that is slowly crumbling down
We push so hard to keep the wheel in motion
And then, when the train arrives we’ll ride to where we belong
While we watch the sky as our last days fade away
The moon reflects the only sunlight we will see in days
Wandering through this town trapped with no way out
Our freedom ends when we hear the bell ring in the maze
My body carries the scars inflicted by this hell
I’ll stay at the top and in a state of trance
We push so hard to keep the wheel in motion
And then, when the train arrives we’ll ride to where we belong
While we watch the sky as our last days fade away
The moon reflects the only sunlight we will see in days
Ein so seltsames Album ist mir lange nicht mehr untergekommen. Der Track „Blood Of The Rose“ lässt den Hörer die Stirn in Falten ziehen. Eine zuckersüße, liebliche, kitschige Melodie dringt an das Ohr des Hörers. So säuselt der Song eine Weile vor sich hin, bis er plötzlich etwa bei Halbzeit (es handelt sich um einen 10minüter) komplett die Stimmung wechselt und plötzlich mit zupackender Gitarre und Sprech-Gesang in einen floydige Bluesrock-Hymne umschlägt... sehr kurios!
(March 7, 2015) kadees
When you like your prog to be more beautiful and/or accessible than prog-proggy, than this is for you! Melodic as hell and yes, Peter Falconer is quite a singer! That wouldn't go half the way without the solid songs of Pat Sanders. A great combination of skills ;-) Carsten Pieper
Absolutely hooked on this album from first listen. How rare is that with prog!??? Excellent songwriting and musicianship. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the collection. Thomas Lock