(robert fripp) Instrumental
You used to be part of the scenery But now I know your name And my mind wonders what my hands would do To make sure that you came She hardly said a word
You took it back How could you go and do something like that? My fingernail phase Worst has got the best of you I ask you and I know I need to change,
My mind has been building worlds Where as a king I reign or lay in slavery I take the dust of Gods To hold the divine sand "To see a world in a grain
Looking at the grave At the scenery around you Home of the brave Sometimes they leave you like they found you Sometimes they worship you Sometimes
Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this landscape of love Come on and walk with me Through this
I come from the land where the wheat is still wheat Where the water in the rivers is still water In this land, every man lends a hand when you need it
The landscape is changing, the landscape is crying Thousands of acres of forest are dying Carbon copies from the hills above the forest line Acid streams
Mas pra que, pra que tanto ceu Pra que tanto mar, pra que De que serve esta onda que quebra E o vento da tarde, de que serve a tarde Inutil paisagem
In a power dive In a slow burn Over ancient fields Over islands From the slope and the rise Of the mainland Unfamiliar shapes Through the atmosphere
I cannot reconcile myself to this - I wish I could!I cannot live the = life I ought to live - I know I should!I cannot bring myself to = pray,Except to
My life is a flight across the azure skies I'm soaring in elation And swooping into the blood-red sunset Not to lose my strength In the landscape of my
Turn around, what you see? People - robots, life - in chains, Insenity corrupts our minds Earth is dying, worldas demise... & Freedom is just a dream,
I'm the one behind the shadows Tyrant of damnation Believer in war I will build the bridge of hate To walk on pagan ways In the light of the moon ..Hate
Mas, pra qu? Pra que tanto cu Pra que tanto mar, pra qu? De que serve esta onda que quebra E o vento da tarde? De que serve a tarde, inltil paisagem?
You were standing in your favourite light You thought you were hot thought that you were tight I've seen you and I know your type I know you'll be at
We took too long to park the car Ran across the street into the bar Your face said it was four o'clock I closed my eyes and hear a shot The traffic lights
Incorporation Analysis Space/time, travel, silence, and freedom Combinations Flash back - fast forward Repetition and rearrangement Internal/external