Rick Wakeman

Music Reincarnate

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Taste of fruitful inhibitions of a human.
Incapable of future seeing
beyond his thoughts of music.
Birth of music, birth of child is one.
Language of the world, the missing sense.

Wait, wait look at the sun,
music of blinding light,
sound strength destroying sight.

Warning man, time for collection.
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning man, time for collection.
One which has no earth connection.

Feel and touch the music sense.
Hear the cycle man should have
Feel and touch the music sense.
To fight emotion, mans defence.

Music is the spaceman's time.
A travel form of moving love.
Music is the spacemans' time.
Placed on earth for man to find.

Music has no earthly connection.
Taken from the source of Creation.
Music has no earthly connection.
Listen, time for your collection.

Taste of fruitful inhibitions of the man
Beyond his thoughts of music.
Created and abused by man.
Unaware of future seeing.

Knowing,
Gift of music showing.
Gift of love to show me the way
to the little man.
Teaching the way for the little man.
Show the way the music stems from love.
Music of my soul.

Maker.
Let me meet my Maker.
Let me see the man
who will offer eternal life.
Show me the way to eternal life.
Reincarnate music of my soul.
Music of my soul.

Love, let love guide the way,
for man, to find his music
Love, let music be love,
to guide man to his soul.
(Music of my soul).

Astral planes, the unknown sense,
lives on past human life.
No man can sense the whole.
The missing sense his soul.
Governed by an unknown factor.
Fiction in our life.
No man can sense it whole.
The missing sense his soul.

Take us to your leader,
to the man who rules the mind.
Reincarnate knowledge,
as the soul reborn unwinds
All life's secrets now unfold.
The mind begins to glow,
as helpless, watching living man
destroys and doesn't know.

Spaceman living in his suicide mind.
Odyssey colours for the soul to find.
Vision blurred by cutting knife.
Seeping blood from dying life.

Spaceman help me leave this Hell.
Save my living music cell.
Brains destroyed, my body cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.

Inbuilt into human form.
A symphony of sight and sound.
Life direction in music found.
Or left to die unborn.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

Foolish man with days to live.
Waste not your time.
It's way too late to save your soul in time.
You're far too old your soul to find.
You've wrecked your head,
and blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

It's too late to find your music soul.

In younger men you watch yourself
Destroy themselves like you.
It's way too late to save their lives in time.
You're too old, their souls to find.
You've wrecked your head,
and blown your mind.
It's too late to find your music soul.

It's too late now to help yourself.
Time for the Maker to help himself.

It's too late to find your music soul.

Senses dead, the time has come
To stop and dwell on ruined time
Wasted wars and selfish pride
Leaving tastes of music wine
Searching useless wasted mind
Reaching for the reapers hand
Lead him from his suicide
Please, is there a Promised Land.

Let me guide your journey long
Leave them while they mourn
We will journey back in time
And you will be reborn
From you I shall take your music
Place it back on earth
You shall witness long its voyage
A music soul rebirth.

Did you see the graves today
With weeds all overgrown
Wilting plants, like man to dust
Nowhere life is sown.

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