LYRICS . . .
Selections from V E R B O R G E N ' S Soundbites,
and Album . . . Where Glass Birds Fly . . .
Ice In Stone -
Real Audio 56kbs Stereo
Ice In Stone -
Real Audio 28.8kbs Stereo
Upon the moon -- ice in stone
Alone I stand to carry on
It's not a dream . . .
It's not a dream!
Time’s warped encyclopedia
Time’s distressed rebellious daughter
Unfurled in deepest water . . .
It’s not a dream!
The great silence is threatening . . .
The only letter's opening . . .
The only door's now closing . . .
It's not a dream . . .
All lines are read and seen
When we discover
Why we've been
Oblivious . . .
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Prometheus
Scatters Ashes - audio AIFF 681k
There he was, waiting for you
You had waited for so long
In his mind, a present for you
In his eyes, a song
The waters rang like echoes of a past most true
The air was clear, as azure blue
Count on what you can see through . . .
Count on what you can see through . . .
Waters deep cleanse my soul
Knowledge spent on Rock and Roll
These are promises from which we try to escape
You cast down, rise up, there's more . . .
Cast down, rise up, there's more . . . Oh there's more!
Prometheus flew by, scattering ashes
Jung and Freud tallied up their losses
Marie Antoinette, you were, so said a would be prophet
We all must rise, we all must rise . . .
We ALL must rise!
All doors barred shut, no more
Everything is there, she climbs the precious stair
He waits for you, he waits for you
Count on what you can see through . . . Count on what
you can see through . . . You CAN see through!
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Red Sands of Mars
- audio WAV 656k
All our days were spent,
All our money gone . . .
The moon dipped low,
I looked to you to be strong!
Our sights were set on Yesterday . . .
We seemed to sing along,
We set the clocks back
To where we once belonged
Purple skies,
Red sands of Mars . . .
We've gone beyond gazing at the stars!
There's no time to hang out at bars!
It's late!
We wait . . .
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Train to Paris
- audio WAV 688k
On the train to Paris,
Ghosts of ancient France
Fill your voice, when you are speaking
Fill your footsteps, when you dance
Onyx cigarette holder
In a white, gloved hand
Like a Lautrec painting
Or a bright, cabaret band
You were captivating, in your latest play
What ever happened to young man?
It's so hard to make them stay
You say you'd like to meet him on the Paris train
You say that lovers all are different
But you treat them all the same . . . treat them all
the same
Powder only dulls you, watch the glitter run
Just another movie, sweetheart
And my lie's work will be done
Went to see Fellini, in ancient Rome
He wouldn't have you in his movies
Wouldn't have you in his home
In a gown of firey satin, waiting for the cue
Do you remember backstage lovers?
Where any of them ever true?
I remember roses, by the backstage door
They always brought me shiny presents
I always wanted one thing more . . . always one thing
more
First they use you, they abuse you, then they want you
back
Pristine . . . Untouched
On the train to Paris
Ghosts of ancient France
Fill your voice, when you are speaking
Fill your footsteps, when you dance . . . when you dance
. . . I r e m e m b e r !
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Postcards in the
Rain - audio WAV 756k
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
When the day gives way to night,
He will not hide . . . he does not hide
And when his time, his time has come
A strange wind blows, but no one knows
Who sold his post cards in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
Viennese cafe bright
Shudders in silence at the sight
I watched the Beast, so unaware . . .
He was so cold, but not too old
To sell his postcards in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
The monster knows the game of time
Just when to act, just how to find
The subtle way to grasp the day
Within his realm, he's passed away
To rise again -- we know not when!
The Dark Prince resides upon the Earth again,
So Jesus and the angels and the Saints will rescue us!
They surely must -- and we will rise beyond the skies,
But those who stay, they must collapse within his grasp
--
There's a choice to be made!
Did you know the worst can happen once again?
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
He sold his postcards in the rain!
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Where Glass Birds Fly
Garden, empty garden, where glass birds fly
Flowers disappearing, petals slowly die
Wings that sound as winds over willows
| Weeping as I'm sleeping . . . above us
Open sky . . .
Shadows of the moon over sad one
Sitting in her empty tomb
In a storm cloud watching
Machines obstruct and reconstruct the sky . . .
With all her eyes the goddess sees
The nothingness, the message tossed
The lost Apology . . .
Your bird cannot fly with just one wing . . .
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Ancient Incubus
Subtlety clothes the inner-most power
One Light – delicate flower
Wanton spirits rise -- those despised
Meet their maker,
Find All Light is for the taker . . .
Warm sun on beaches that are no more
Soft moon shining on living fur
Primitive fate tempts Excalibur
Eyes of night, creatures in flight
Life as we know it, becomes a blur
One light – all lamps are we
Dusk to dust, mite or mighty, the root of tree
Ancient Incubus, for shame,
Inherits inverted ecstasy
Warm sun on beaches that are no more
Soft moon shining on living fur
Primitive fate tempts Excalibur
Eyes of night, creatures in flight
Life as we know it, becomes a blur . . .
One Light – All Lamps Are We!
Dusk to dust, mite or mighty, the root of tree
Ancient Incubus, for shame,
Inherits inverted ecstasy . . .
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