Words and Music © 2004 Jeffrey L. Sponsler
(When Two Magicians Met on a Radioactive Planet)
Thalia:
two Harmonauts portrayed a battle they had fought
a psychic war for the dominion they had sought
they sang their song - but their souls lived on
a distant poisoned realm
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Falerina:
we met it was prearranged
and the planet was long sterilized
by the wars of a race long dead
their ghosts did cry and the wind through the mist
Psikeros:
mist that lay a sulfuric stage
the light that fell was too dim
to see where Falerina did stand
but soon the fibers of thought reaching through
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Falerina:
to deep in my head injecting
the anger that you have seen me display
and the pride - a disability
I govern all worlds - but then there is you
Psikeros:
you cannot win this battle
your will is broken - your options are gone
I had offered you apprenticeship
but you stood alone - you must have control
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Falerina:
control the fires that burn here forever
splitting atoms are all that remain
summon the memory of spirits that fly
they cannot feel pain - for now they are dead
Psikeros:
dead planet continues to spin
though long ago it was home to a world
a crazy chorus - a forest of rain
but steel met steel - and power was king
Brief Instrumental Section
4
Falerina:
when your logic prevails - you lose sight of my kind
we exist for more than your pleasure
the weapons I use are not the ones that you choose
but do I hide them as if they were treasure
Psikeros:
no time for your lies - emotive alibis
the whole world rests on my shoulders
don't show me your tears - I won't spare you the fear
of joining those I have conquered
Chorus of Falerina and Psikeros:
the silent despair of this place
should move us to compromise
the madness distorts local space
light bends round our eyes
Instrumental (Guitar Solo)
5
Falerina:
I summon the tired, the weak, and the raped
the ones who have become wild
those unknowing fools who have broken the rules
to stand, to fight, in this trial
Psikeros:
secret of the sword, gestalt de la guerre -
I amplify aggression to seize her
I call the warriors of time to this field -
take part in this Martian fever
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Falerina:
the Wiccans of old, Joan of arc, I am told
the sound, the flames, the magic
Appalachian lands stolen from Cherokee hands
the trail of tears, it’s tragic
Psikeros:
the psychosis builds - my fingers are wrapped
you feel your nerve fibers twisted
you can't withstand - the strength of this man
you've lost your chance, you missed it
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Falerina:
I feel your grasp - your self-confidence
you knew you'd win from the start
You know, you're sharp - but here in my hand
you see that I hold your heart
Chorus:
this struggle can never be finished
locked in deadly embrace
I hope I’ve not hurt your self-image
I see no fear not a trace
Instrumental (harmonized synthesizers)
"Fault with Alien" Drawing © 2004 Peter Eccles