Words and Music © 2004 Jeffrey L. Sponsler
Thalia:
The time had passed
the festival had ended
the songs were stored in electronic memory
the Recordist put the tapes away
in a room but the merchant was there
when the chance arose
the tapes were taken by the man
he tried to sell the sounds
to the people
the Harmonauts they witnessed then
the death of mythology
Neolithos:
Illusions of fear: my song is gone
I’ve traveled so far: to give - to be one
of the Harmonauts: I’ve been betrayed
by a machine - and by my brother
Exobotanist:
this amounts to sacrilege
they taped the festival
and now control the secret faith
of all Etherians
I should have known the merchant was
here to make more then a tune
Isolier and that crazy machine
have landed us in the news
Etherian Chorus:
Return our mythology
The reason of Etheria
And restore our ancient belief
we suffer from hysteria
Photophagus:
the few who have committed
this act we cannot ignore
will hold our songs and Etherians
will live by faith no more
the politics of music now
it wears a different hue
what is the value of a chord?
I think I’ll write some blues
Neolithos:
the feelings of fear: are replaced now by anger
the sound is so near: the sound of the enslaved
I cannot remain: a cynic and a coward
the action is there: we stand on our feet
I’m a loner
in a room with ten other loners
maybe I’ll go outside
to move - to fight - to win
Harmonaut Chorus:
Now is our chance
to control our fate
shape history
and to find those tapes
Etherian Chorus:
Return our mythology
The reason of Etheria
restore our ancient belief
we suffer from hysteria
Polyxena:
I can hear them calling
they long for the life they have known
tapes now hold our stories
religion lies still as a stone
darkness now covers us all
the vision I saw
a world torn apart
and we are to blame
Harmonaut Chorus:
Now is our chance
to control our fate
shape history
to find those tapes
Ah Ah
Etheria
2D Artwork "Fumaroles Expel Ether" © 2004 Jeffrey L. Sponsler