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Dies ist die finale Fassung, wie sie auf dem Album "Entropy" erschienen ist.
Der Text beschreibt die Seelenlandschaften einer Person, die manisch depressiv ist. Er ist von der Stimmung her sehr unterschiedlich und recht lang geworden, sodass sich anbot, einen Progressive Rock Track mit passenden musikalischen Themen zu schreiben. Das Stück besteht grob betrachtet aus vier Teilen. Der erste führt in die Geschichte ein, stellt die Person, um die es geht vor. Der zweite Teil handelt von der manischen Seite. Die Seelenlandschaft wird durch ein fiktives, grell-buntes Land namens "Ecstasy" beschrieben. Im dritten Teil geht die Reise dann in die" Shattered Plains" die Landschaft, die die depressive Seite versinnbildlicht. Diese Abschnitt ist noch einmal unterteilt: zunächst wird die Ausweglosigkeit, und nach einem längeren Instrumentalpart der mögliche Ausweg durch die Hilfe einer liebenden Person - des Erzählers - dargestellt.
Zu dem Stück gibt es auch ein Video.
Das Stück kann nur auf meiner Website heruntergeladen werden:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/projekte_2013.php
Der Text beschreibt die Seelenlandschaften einer Person, die manisch depressiv ist. Er ist von der Stimmung her sehr unterschiedlich und recht lang geworden, sodass sich anbot, einen Progressive Rock Track mit passenden musikalischen Themen zu schreiben. Das Stück besteht grob betrachtet aus vier Teilen. Der erste führt in die Geschichte ein, stellt die Person, um die es geht vor. Der zweite Teil handelt von der manischen Seite. Die Seelenlandschaft wird durch ein fiktives, grell-buntes Land namens "Ecstasy" beschrieben. Im dritten Teil geht die Reise dann in die" Shattered Plains" die Landschaft, die die depressive Seite versinnbildlicht. Diese Abschnitt ist noch einmal unterteilt: zunächst wird die Ausweglosigkeit, und nach einem längeren Instrumentalpart der mögliche Ausweg durch die Hilfe einer liebenden Person - des Erzählers - dargestellt.
Zu dem Stück gibt es auch ein Video.
Das Stück kann nur auf meiner Website heruntergeladen werden:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/projekte_2013.php
Sometimes you're in the here and now
focussing on real life
balancing on this narrow ridge
as on the blade of a sharp knife
always risking to hurt or fall
you are on the borderline
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
But unavoidably you will enter Ecstasy
Wonderful houses and marble towers
emerald sky and colourful flowers
roofs are covered with golden shingles
and silver bells they will always jingle
People will dance all day and night
sadness and grief are out of sight
music will be in major scales
you can pull off anything without fail
The Mad Hatter and the grinning Cheshire Cat
are joining you in this land in your mind
the Pied Piper with his army of rats
is following you not far behind
You are the king in a jester's dress
but your eyes and mind they are stressed
this world is much too shrill and too loud
sun's always shining - no looming storm clouds
The beautiful land Ecstasy
is boring you eventually
your temper's getting rather bad
you're not far from going mad
As ever when you're here you feel hollow
in the innermost centre of your soul
and as always you have to follow
the path that leads to the second door
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
You have no choice but to enter the Shattered Plains
You will wander through a shattered vale
the sun shines hot but his light is pale
deep cracks are lurking beneath your feet
your skin is burning from the heat
You will wander alone, not a soul in sight
the shadows are black, the light's glaring bright
no shades of colour anywhere
in the land of fear and despair
Demons of your childhood - an army of shadows
barely visible, they will hound you
through stinking swamps and rotten meadows
no path, no goal, no hint, no clue
As far as your feet will carry you
you will wander about and astray
forlorn and alone in the emptiness
will you ever find your way?
No, I don't think so. The circle is complete
without help you will never succeed
back to reality I'll lead you
with psychotropic drugs I'll feed you
But then never again open these doors
to the landscapes of the soul of yours
I will bear the trouble and strife
to bring you back to real life
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
focussing on real life
balancing on this narrow ridge
as on the blade of a sharp knife
always risking to hurt or fall
you are on the borderline
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
But unavoidably you will enter Ecstasy
Wonderful houses and marble towers
emerald sky and colourful flowers
roofs are covered with golden shingles
and silver bells they will always jingle
People will dance all day and night
sadness and grief are out of sight
music will be in major scales
you can pull off anything without fail
The Mad Hatter and the grinning Cheshire Cat
are joining you in this land in your mind
the Pied Piper with his army of rats
is following you not far behind
You are the king in a jester's dress
but your eyes and mind they are stressed
this world is much too shrill and too loud
sun's always shining - no looming storm clouds
The beautiful land Ecstasy
is boring you eventually
your temper's getting rather bad
you're not far from going mad
As ever when you're here you feel hollow
in the innermost centre of your soul
and as always you have to follow
the path that leads to the second door
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
You have no choice but to enter the Shattered Plains
You will wander through a shattered vale
the sun shines hot but his light is pale
deep cracks are lurking beneath your feet
your skin is burning from the heat
You will wander alone, not a soul in sight
the shadows are black, the light's glaring bright
no shades of colour anywhere
in the land of fear and despair
Demons of your childhood - an army of shadows
barely visible, they will hound you
through stinking swamps and rotten meadows
no path, no goal, no hint, no clue
As far as your feet will carry you
you will wander about and astray
forlorn and alone in the emptiness
will you ever find your way?
No, I don't think so. The circle is complete
without help you will never succeed
back to reality I'll lead you
with psychotropic drugs I'll feed you
But then never again open these doors
to the landscapes of the soul of yours
I will bear the trouble and strife
to bring you back to real life
In your mind there are two doors,
leading to these lands of yours:
the land of joy named "Ecstasy"
created by your fantasy
the land of grief called "Shattered Plains"
made by nightmares and your pains
Do not enter, keep them closed!
Do not enter, keep them closed!
