in my experience an act of
passing takes the stage/in an
interchange of confidence
in my experience/an obligation
by design/where my liberty is just
a word/it's just a word
in my experience/an all consuming
type of dance/embracing a
silent partner who takes the lead
away/just when you thought you had
the hang of it
in my experience/mind and matter/
time and space play an endless game
of endurance/all in a lifetime of work
fatigue reaction/my body slows
but my mind is quick/firing thoughts
in random succession/my passage to
paralysis might seem diverted/well I can
tell you- I can feel it coming on
I can feel it coming on
in my experience/the center of trade
for my soul/my humanity knows when
I try to back away-
or when I raise the mammoth
penance aside when expression resides/
strike a blow for the teacher who got me thinking
listen my son/you have got only one chance/
there's no state of grace for a poor man's offering
I'm lost in my drama's tears/been that way for years
and I don't know if it is real or fiction-
'cause I can't see the forest for the trees... now.
let us stray from my course/
turned away when it came to the day
that I needed something/turn to stone/
turn it over alone/light a path/find a way to
my promised land
I'm lost in my drama's tears/been that way for years
and I don't know if it is real or fiction-
'cause I can't see the forest for the trees... now.
I face my passage to paralysis
can't stop this free fall of analysis
I face my passage to paralysis/just
brace for impact in a long,long,long stall
in my experience/I pause before and after
in my experience/I learn before and after
that the time has come for reflection/on my
passage to this hemisphere
in my experience/a piece of music or
my favorite book/and an evening alone
makes me think about 'someday'
when we all raise the mammoth
'cause I can't see the forest for the trees....now. (x2)
Hit by the force of a madman's recourse/
pound a fist/wayward course for such an old man
what will I make when my spirit awakes
and my endgame is only another start?
I'm lost in my drama's tears/been that way for years
and I don't know if it is real or fiction-
'cause I can't see the forest for the trees... now.
why am I left to waiting?
why do I feel this pressure?
why- when it's only me here?
I write my own destiny
with my fears of what I'll be
and I can't pretend to see
what I just can't see
How did I ever get here?
How do I make a change?
How do I find a peace here?
prevent disaster/annihilate this plague/
a principle motion/my procession is vague/
my soul stirs a brew of redemption that is lost/
I awake from a stupor and realize the cost
now I realize the cost
now I realize the cost is great/
and I wait for a reason to stay, my God.
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Calling any of Ayreon's albums mere "albums" is almost a disservice. These albums are a series of interconnected rock operas that comprise an even greater meta-narrative.
Of course, you can ignore all of that and just have fun.
Migrator was envisioned as two albums, the first being more prog rock centric, while the second one is more prog-metal driven. Both are awesome.
Print the lyrics, read them...take it all in...it's so worth it. amiko
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022