 RENAISSANCE -
TURN OF THE CARDS
(1974)
John Tout - Teclados, voces
Annie Haslam - Voces
principales
Jon Camp - Bajo, bajo con
pedales, guitarra acústica, voces
Terence Sullivan - Batería,
percusión, voces
Michael Dunford - Guitarras
acústicas, voces
Running Hard
Running hard towards what used to be
losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
reaching out for mirrors hidden in the web
painting lines upon your face inside instead.
Sounds so bad the music's flat on every line
songs of blackened lace know you're dying all the time
sounds so bad you let the music take your soul
slipping through the day
lose the only way you know.
Running hard towards what used to be
losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
reaching out for things you want to see
find reflections of insane reality.
La la ...
Running hard towards what used to be
losing ground in changes sliding endlessly
reaching out for shadows passing through
see the dark around is coming down on you.
I Think Of You
I love you like a stream flows restless to the sea
see you like the mist touches clouds, touches me
see you in the stars wherever you may be
I think of you, think of you.
If ever you're near and have some time to spend
I love you every way, love you like a friend
and then when you leave a whisper in my mind
I think of you, think of you.
When I see a bird fly over to the sea
and the sun in the sky is shining warm and free
and when I feel the wind blow cool over me
I think of you, think of you
Things I Don't Understand
Changing moods and stranger feelings
in my dealings with the world
faces that I've seen before am I sure
or has my brain turned.
Thinking about things I don't understand
thinking about things I don't understand.
Dreams and omens of my future
like a sculpture finely molded.
stars that guide my destiny
tell me what I will be
a chart unfolded.
Thinking about things I don't understand
thinking about things I don't understand.
Da da ... la la ... oh oh oh ...
Seems there's plans for everyone
the day will come and we will know
we all are tied in with each other
everyone brothers
one great flow.
Thinking about things I don't understand
thinking about things I don't understand
La la la ...
And in the morning of my time
I'll try to understand
I learn by what I find
and love you if I can.
We don't need to know the answers
to hope and pray for peace
and each by what he can
to make us all complete.
Oh oh oh ...
Black Flame
I am words, I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
lost inside the picture frame.
I'm not to blame, I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed, its poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged, it's changing me, the black flame
burns my blackened brain
I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know
screams inside the burning pain
It's spinning head, it's under hand -- the black flame
it lies instead, I turned and I ran -- the black flame
on me, it fed, I understand -- the black flame
burns my blackened brain.
Run from me, don't you see
that we are one and I'm a part of you
get away, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
and I'm the burning in your soul.
Now I'm weak, I am losing
I never thought I'd stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
just a symbol of the game.
Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
extended reaching into space -- the black flame
burns my blackened brain.
Cold Is Being
So cold is being lonely
behold the feeling lonely
the living part is done
the dying has begun
the world is spinning slow
so tired slow.
So cold is being sadness
behold the feeling sadness
oh how can we believe
we earn what we receive
the pain it overflows
overflows.
Lord won't you help us realise
see through your eyes
within our lives
the earth grows old
the earth grows cold.
So cold is being tired
Behold the feeling tired
stand quietly at the side
watch darkness open wide
the light is growing dim
so dim within.
Mother Russia
Pays the price, works the seasons through
frozen days, he thinks of you
cold as ice but he burns for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?
Mother's son, freedom's overdue
lonely man, he thinks of you
he isn't done, only lives for you
Mother Russia, can't you hear him too?
Punished for his written thoughts
starving for his fame
working blindly, building blocks
number for a name, his blood flows frozen to the snow
Red blood, white snow
he knows frozen rivers won't flow
so cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you.
Ooh ooh ...
Bah dah dah dah ...
Punished for his written thoughts
starving for his fame
working blindly, building blocks
number for a name his blood flows frozen to the snow.
Red blood, white snow
he knows frozen rivers won't flow
so cold, so true
Mother Russia--he cries for you.
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