SAVATAGE LYRICS
album: "The Wake Of Magellan" (1997)
1. The Ocean2. Welcome
3. Turns To Me
4. Morning Sun
5. Another Way
6. Blackjack Guillotine
7. Paragons Of Innocence
8. Complaint In The System
9. Underture
10. The Wake Of Magellan
11. Anymore
12. The Storm
13. The Hourglass
14. This Is Where You Should Be
15. Desiree (Acoustic Piano Version)
16. Somewhere In Time / Alone You Breathe
17. Sleep
18. Stay
1. The Ocean
[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
[Instrumental]
WHEN THE NIGHT WILL GATHER DARKNESS
AND BLACK CLOUDS UNADORNED
ONLY POETS, DREAMS AND MADMEN
WILL SAIL OUT INTO THE STORM
2. Welcome
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
The lights come on
The set is down
The curtain's flown away
To all you creatures of the night
I say it's time we play
We'll show you things
That in your life
You'd never dreamed you'd know
So now before the ghosts arrive
It's welcome to the show
Minstrels, kings, explorers
Fantasies on order
Ghosts and dreams awakened
Stories long forsakened
The minstrel and the sorcerer
Are switching their disguise
The jester drinks and starts to think
That he alone is wise
The governor and journalist
Exchange a Judas kiss
And now before the song is done
The plot begins to twist
Ghosts and lost explorers
Fate with all her daughters
Saints and hopeless sinners
Wise men in their winters
Know
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
Welcome to the show
HIS LIFE WAS NEARLY OVER
AS HE STOOD UPON THE BEACH
THINKING ABOUT DEATH AND THE OCEAN
WHILE STILL SAFELY OUT OF REACH
AND HE HELD THERE IN HIS HAND
A WELL WORN HOURGLASS
AND THOUGH THE SAND WAS STILL INSIDE
SOON THIS TOO WOULD PASS
THEN HE KNELT TO TOUCH THE WATER
WHERE THE WAVES WOULD GENTLY FALL
THINKING HERE I TOUCH THE OCEAN
AND THE OCEAN TOUCHES ALL
FOR FROM A LINE OF COUNTLESS SAILORS
HE WAS THE LAST MAN OF HIS KIND
AND THE WORLD HAD CHANGED AROUND HIM
HE HAD NO MOUNTAINS LEFT TO CLIMB
AND HIS LAST NAME WAS MAGELLAN
A DESCENDANT OF THE SAME
OR SO HE SAID IN LATE NIGHT BARS
THOUGH FEW BELIEVED HIS CLAIM
AND SO HE NOW TALKED WITH THE OCEAN
AS HE HAD OFTEN DONE BEFORE
BUT NOW THE WAVES SPOKE BACK TO HIM
AS HE WALKED ALONG THE SHORE
FOR EIGHTY YEARS PLUS SEVEN
HE HAD BEEN UPON THIS EARTH
AND ALL OF THEM BUT EIGHT
HE'D SPENT ON THAT OCEAN SINCE HIS BIRTH
BUT HE WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO WALKED ALONG THIS COAST
THERE WAS A LADY OLD AND PALE
TO SOME NEARLY A GHOST
SHE HAD ONCE BEEN A GREAT BEAUTY
IT WAS RUMORED IN SOME BARS
WHEN SHE'D LEFT HERE MANY YEARS BEFORE
TO BECOME A MOVIE STAR
BUT EVERY WISH IS NOT TO BE
AH THIS IN TIME SHE LEARNED
AND WHEN HER FINAL CHANCE HAD PASSED
BACK HERE SHE HAD RETURNED
AND EVERYDAY AT SIX O'CLOCK
SHE CAME TO A SMALL CAFE
AND HAD HERSELF A GLASS OF WINE
AND THEN SHE'D WALK AWAY
TO OTHERS SHE WAS GRAY AND OLD
NOT THE BEAUTY SHE'D BEEN BEFORE
BUT IT DID NOT MATTER WHAT SHE WAS
WHAT MATTERED WAS WHAT HE SAW
AND SO FOR NEAR THREE YEARS NOW
HE'D WATCH HER EVERYDAY
AND THOUGH THEY ALWAYS WERE SO CLOSE
HE FELT SO FAR AWAY
FOR HE COULD NEVER QUITE ARRANGE
THE WORDS INSIDE HIS MIND
THAT HE COULD SAY TO MAKE HER STAY
AND HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF TIME
HE COULD NOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY
TO SUCH A WORK OF DREAMS
AND SO HE WATCHED HER WALK AWAY
AND ALWAYS STAYED UNSEEN
3. Turns To Me
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O'Neill]
Stands all alone
Looks in the mirror
And sees what she wanted to be
Safely unknown
To anyone near her
She sees what she wanted to see
And turns to me
And turns to me
And turns to...
She was prophesied
For an early slide
Followed it to the letter
Well kept beauty queen
If there, always seen
Still you thought she'd know better
No erasing
The time you're wasting
But when you're wasting
You don't care
All those pieces
In short term leases
But when you need them
They're not there
For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
Ghosts haunt each word she would say
As she walks among the decay
She had Oscar Wilde's
Timeless sense of style
As had been her intention
Still she was afraid
Time must be repaid
And there'd be no redemption
Youth and time collide
She could not decide
On a certain direction
Time was catching up
Carefully made up
She avoided detection
For all those moments of yesterday
She's traded every tomorrow
And now all those moments are so far away
I saw it too
Closer than you
What else is there left to say
Wait for me now
I will be there for you
This I will vow
If you still want me to
But it won't be
This I have always known
And in the dark
There's no one to pray for me now
I don't understand what I'm feeling tonight
I don't understand but I'm waiting
Searching the shadows that fade in the light
But I'm feeling alive
Trying to survive
Float with the tide
Till you arrive and I...
SO HE NOW TURNED TO THE OCEAN
SAYING IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE
AND THE OCEAN NEVER SAID A WORD
THOUGH IN TRUTH SHE DISAGREED
AND ON THE SAND BEFORE HIM
WHILE THE WAVES BROKE GENTLY WHITE
THE OCEAN LISTENED CAREFULLY
AS HE TOLD HER OF HIS LIFE
I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD
I'VE PURSUED THE MOON IN FLIGHT
I HAVE READ THE WORDS OF SHAKESPEARE
BY A MIDNIGHT ARCTIC LIGHT
I HAVE RUN BETWEEN THE DRAGON'S TEETH
AND LIVED TO TELL THE TAIL
I HAVE DANCED ACROSS A STARDUST SKY
AND NEVER LEFT A TRAIL
I'VE SEEN THINGS FEW COULD IMAGINE
AND I NEVER WILL FORGET
BUT I'VE NEVER HAD A FAMILY
AND THIS I DO REGRET
NOW ALL I'VE LOVED HAVE GONE BEFORE ME
AND OF THE FUTURE I HAVE GREAT DOUBTS
AND THOUGH IT SEEMS I STILL HAVE TIME LEFT
I NOW FEEL TIME I CAN DO WITHOUT
AND I HAVE WONDERED TO MYSELF
WHY SHOULD DEATH SET ITS OWN TIME
IS IT JUST A FINAL JEST FROM FATE
TO ADD ONTO HER OTHER CRIMES?
FOR I HAVE NO WISH TO WAIT AROUND
WHILE ALL MY SENSES FADE
AND ONE BY ONE RETURN THE GIFTS
THAT YOUTH SO FREELY GAVE
WIRED TO SOME COLD MACHINE
THAT MAPS MY EVERY BREATH
AND SIGNALS AT THE PROPER TIME
LESS THEY SHOULD MISS MY DEATH
AND ALL THIS SERVICE I SUSPECT
IS LESS DONE BY GOODWILL
THAN BY THE FEAR THAT THEY SHOULD MISS
A FINAL CHANCE TO BILL
SO I'VE DECIDED TO LEAVE THIS WORLD
AND HAVE DEVISED A PLAN
TO SAIL TO SEA IN A SMALL BOAT
WELL OUT OF SIGHT OF LAND
TO SAIL ONCE MORE UPON THE DEEP
LIKE A VIKING TO HIS RESTING PLACE
THEN SLIP FOREVER NEATH THE WAVES
AN EXIT WITH SOME GRACE
AND THE SHIP SHALL BE MY COFFIN
ON THIS LAST VOYAGE THAT I TAKE
AND MY TRAIL LEFT THROUGH THE WATER
WILL BE MY FINAL WAKE
I HAVE DONE MORE THAN THOUGHT ABOUT THIS
ON MY LIFE I'VE CLOSED EVERY DOOR
I HAVE LEFT A WILL BESIDE MY BED
AND THE BOAT IS THERE OFFSHORE
AND ALL I ASK IS YOUR ASSISTANCE
WHEN THAT SHIP IS WELL AWAY FROM THE LAND
THAT YOU SEND A STORM TO EMBRACE US
AND TAKE US GENTLY IN YOUR HAND
WHEN HE HAD FINISHED SPEAKING
SOME POINTS THE OCEAN DID CONCEDE
BUT WHEN HE SAID HIS FINAL WORD
SHE ONCE MORE DISAGREED
I'LL THINK ABOUT THIS IF I MAY
I NEED NOT RUSH THE TIDE
FOR IN THIS WORLD OF TOO LITTLE TIME
THERE'S ALWAYS TIME TO DIE
YOU SEEM SO EAGER TO END THIS LIFE
AND WITH YOUR DEATH TO DANCE
THAT YOU IGNORED HIS PUTRID BREATH
NOW PERFUMED WITH ROMANCE
THE SAILOR SAID YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND
THE NEEDS OR WANTS OF MEN
SO I'LL ASK YOU ONCE MORE FOR YOUR HELP
AND I SHALL NOT ASK AGAIN
THEN THE OCEAN PULLED HER WAVES BACK
AND BECKONED HIM STAND NEAR
AND WHEN HE HAD STEPPED CLOSER
SHE WHISPERED IN HIS EAR
THAT EVERY MAN
IS BORN YOU SEE
BENEATH THE SWORD
DAMOCLES
FOR YOUNG AND OLD
ARE ALL ALIVE
ON THAT NEXT BEAT
ON WHICH WE RIDE
AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH
A FRAGILE THING
IN BOTH OLD MEN
OR YOUTHFUL KING
AND THAT BEAT
STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE
BETWEEN US
AND BLACK ETERNITY
AND THOUGH DEATH IS SURELY
EACH MAN'S FATE
UNTIL THAT TIME
LET EACH MAN WAIT
SO BE CAREFUL AS YOU GO THROUGH LIFE
WHAT YOU ROMANTICIZE
I FIND SUCH THINGS ARE RARELY TRUE
AND FAR MORE RARELY WISE
THE SAILOR THEN LISTENED CAREFULLY
AND EVERY THOUGHT WAS FILED
AND THOUGH HE WAS STILL NOT QUITE CONVINCED
HE AGREED TO WAIT AWHILE
AND MEANWHILE FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH
THERE STOOD A YOUNGER MAN
AND HE TOO FELT THE SAND OF TIME
WAS RUNNING THROUGH HIS HANDS
BUT THIS YOUTH FELT THEY RAN TOO FAST
AS HE STOOD NEAR A RUSTING DOCK
AND HEARD THE WAVES MARKING TIME
LIKE SOME RELENTLESS CLOCK
HE FELT HIS FUTURE WAS NOT HERE
OF THIS HE HAD NO DOUBT
AND EVEN THOUGH HE WAS EIGHTEEN
HIS TIME WAS RUNNING OUT
4. Morning Sun
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Chris Caffery, Paul O'Neill]
When you look at the morning sun
Do you see what I see
Or could I be the only one
Seeing just what I need
I envision a different man
Than the one I've become
Pray the ocean will understand
That my time isn't done
Everyone's leading
But nobody's dancing
You stand on the stage
Just to turn all alone
I have waited this way
For a lifetime of days
I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands
Just the man I could be
Somewhere else there's a different world
With a sun that will rise
And a moon that will take its place
In another man's eyes
And perhaps it's a better world
Than the one that I see
Or if better for no one else
Perhaps better for me
Here in the dark where the sky shows its Graces
Revealing each star while the moon plays the fool
Saying how it must be while the night disagrees
I can't wait for the morning sun
As I stand with the sea
And the ocean she understands
Just the man I could be
No, no, time doesn't wait for you
No, no, leave it alone
No, no, your days are far too few
This thing I have always known
When your time is up it & #146; s true
They never give another day to you
When your time is up it & #146; s through
No one cares how
Can't keep it
Can't save it
Can't take it away with you
So I say we use it now
NOW HIS THOUGHTS GAVE WAY TO ANGER
AND HE LOUDLY CURSED AT FATE
THAT IN A WORLD OF OPPORTUNITIES
THAT HE WAS DOOMED TO WAIT
THAT HIS LIFE COULD BE PREDESTINED
TO BE STUCK HERE ON THIS SHORE
HE COULD NOT MAKE HIMSELF BELIEVE
THAT THERE WAS NOTHING MORE
5. Another Way
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O'Neill]
Times were changing
Eighteen years and fading
Ain't a lot of time left to be a star
On an island
All alone and dying
Walk upon the water
But you won't get far
Dreams and visions
Tied into decisions
Saw you on a postcard
From the other side
Hope and glitter
Never feeling bitter
Walk upon the water
Just to be your bride
Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why
Why
Why
Stay and follow
If the words are hollow
Gotta' go along
Cause it's all you got
Each day earn them
Turn around and burn them
Think your fitting in
But you hope you're not
Neatly drowning
Every drink your downing
If you drink enough
You'll forget the game
Each illusion
Wrapped in absolution
Live your life in weekends
But it's not the same
Don't tell me now
That there is nothing more
There is a how
Just like there is a door
And if there's not to be another way
You tell me why
Why
Why
Why
AND AS HE STOOD THERE CURSING FATE
FOR MAKING LIFE SO HARD
IT SEEMED THAT FATE HAD LISTENED
FOR SHE DEALT ANOTHER CARD
FOR ARRIVING IN THE HARBOUR
SILHOUETTED AGAINST THE SKY
WAS A SHIP BOUND FOR AMERICA
AND HER NAME, "MAERSK DUBAI"
AND SO WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS LOOKING
AND THE SHIP WAS SAFELY MOORED
HE WAITED FOR HIS MOMENT
THEN HE QUICKLY SNUCK ON BOARD
THEN HE FOUND HIMSELF A HIDING PLACE
BETWEEN TWO CRATES OF IRON WARE
AND AS FOR DISTANT AMERICA
IN HIS MIND HE WAS ALREADY THERE
BUT WHAT HE WAS UNAWARE OF
AS THEY SAILED AWAY FROM SHORE
WAS THAT THERE WERE OTHER STOWAWAYS
AND HE WAS ONE OF FOUR
AND MEANWHILE THE OLD SAILOR
HAD WALKED RIGHT PAST THAT PIER
WHILE STILL CONVERSING WITH THE OCEAN
ON THE STRENGTHS OF HIS IDEA
AND AS HE WALKED HE CAME UPON
A YOUTH HE THOUGHT ASLEEP
BUT THE OCEAN SAID THAT HE WAS NOT
AND BRUSHED A WAVE AGAINST HIS FEET
AND WHEN THE YOUNG MAN DIDN'T STIR
BUT LAY QUITE STILL INSTEAD
THE SAILOR TOOK A CLOSER LOOK
AND SAW THAT HE WAS DEAD
AND ALL AROUND THE BODY
WAS SOMETHING HE HAD NEVER SEEN
LITTLE CELLOPHANE PACKAGES
MARKED "BLACKJACK GUILLOTINE"
AND SO HE ASKED THE OCEAN
WHAT THESE STRANGE PACKETS WERE
AND SHE ANSWERED THEY HELD THE HEROIN
THAT IN HIS BLOOD THE YOUTH HAD STIRRED
AND IT IS CERTAINLY A SIGN
THAT THINGS HAVE GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
WHEN ONE CAN PURCHASE ONES OWN DEATH
AND CHOOSE IT BY THE BRAND
6. Blackjack Guillotine
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Blackjack guillotine
Razor sharp
Always clean
Gotta lie
Very wide
Once inside she knows what to do
She knows what to do
Skin tight
China white
Just another neon life
In the vein
Leaves a stain
All the time you know that it's true
You know that its true
So tell me what you had in store
It doesn't matter anymore
It never did, it never will
But I'll be out there waiting still
You're moving fast but leaving tracks
A compromise to your attacks
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
But can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Can't think of nothing I
Lack
Junkie
Credit card
Gotta vein
Goes for yards
Hypnotised
You decide
Every neuron's changing its view
Changing its view
Gentlemen
Summarize
Every lie
Well disguised
Don't forget
Neuron death
In the mind awaiting its cue
Awaiting its cue
And so we found it very mod
The worshiping of lesser gods
And lie they do
For lie they must
For they know it's the lie we trust
And so we're out there laying tracks
Wherever there's a vein to pack
There comes a time you want to take it back
Back
Back
Back
Back
But I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I can't think of nothing
I lack
THE SAILOR ASKED HOW SO YOUNG A MAN
COULD HAVE FALLEN INTO SUCH A TRAP
AND THE OCEAN SAID THE FIRST TIME WAS WITH A FRIEND
WHO NOW CAN'T TAKE IT BACK
IT WAS A FRIENDLY GESTURE
AS THEY ALL CLAIM AT THE TIME
WHEN THAT FRIEND OR KINDLY STRANGER
FREE OF CHARGE GAVE HIM HIS FIRST LINE
TO HARM THIS BOY THEY'RE SURE TO SAY
WAS NEVER OUR INTENT
AND WE WERE AS SHOCKED AS ANYONE
WITH JUST HOW FAR HE WENT
HE NEVER THOUGHT IT DANGEROUS
AS HE STUCK IT IN HIS VEIN
THAT A NEEDLE THAT HAD SEEMED SO SHORT
COULD REACH STRAIGHT INTO HIS BRAIN
IT WAS UPON THIS VERY BEACH
THAT HIS FIRST LINE WAS TRIED
AND WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT WAY BACK THEN
THAT HERE IS WHERE HE'D DIE
IF THESE WORDS SEEM REPETITIOUS
AND THE SUBJECT BEATEN DEAD
THE REASON THAT I STILL SAY IT
IS IT STILL NEEDS TO BE SAID
7. Paragons Of Innocence
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Day
Into night
Into day
Into I don't know you anymore
But I stand
Where you say
Thinking all the time you planned it
You've been gone away too long
Leaving us to carry on
Though in truth you never tried
Just stepped back and watched the slide
Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side
Moments on the carousel
Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride
That no one leaves
No one leaves
No one leaves...
Alive
Time
On my hands
Slips away
Till I just don't feel it anymore
Thinking back
When I can
To the time when it began with
Bits of dreams all in a line
And somehow we missed the signs
That it all was never real
And in truth a fatal deal
Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side
Moments on the carousel
Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride
No one leaves
No one leaves
No one leaves...
Alive
There always comes a time
When you do what you want to do
You know you shouldn't do it
But you do it anyway
And when he had that time
When he knew what he wanted to
He quickly placed his order
Though he never thought he'd pay
But the lines turned to lies
And the lies turned to tangles
And you're pale as a cadaver
Though you think it doesn't show
So you live with the lies
And the friends that it gathers
But somewhere in your heart you know you
Got to let it
Got to let it
Go
Paragons of innocence
Questioning of your intent
Never quite sure what you meant
From the other side
Moments on the carousel
Must admit we ride it well
And the horses never tell
All throughout the ride
No one leaves
No one leaves
No one leaves...
Alive
THEN THE SAILOR PICKED A COAT UP
THAT HAD BEEN LAYING THERE
AND PLACED IT OVER THE BODY
AND THEN HE SAID A LITTLE PRAYER
AND THE OCEAN BROUGHT IN ON A WAVE
AN OLD WATERLOGGED WREATH
AND PUSHED IT UP ALONG THE SAND
TILL IT TOUCHED THE DEAD MAN'S FEET
AND WRITTEN ON THAT WREATH
IN LETTERS OF GOLD FOIL
WAS THE NAME VERONICA GUERIN
BUT THE LETTERS WERE BENT AND SOILED
THE SAILOR SAID I SEE THESE FLOWERS
THAT YOU SO KINDLY GAVE
ARE OBVIOUSLY FROM FAR AWAY
AND FROM ANOTHER'S GRAVE
AND I CANNOT HELP BUT TO THINK
THE SAILOR GENTLY SAID
THAT IT'S UNWISE IN GOD EYES
TO STEAL FLOWERS FROM THE DEAD
THE OCEAN SAID PLEASE TRUST ME FRIEND
THIS GIFT WILL CAUSE NO PAIN
AND THE PERSON TO WHOM THEY ONCE BELONGED
WOULD SURELY SAY THE SAME
YOU SEE THIS WREATH WAS FROM THE FUNERAL
OF A WOMAN WHO SHOWED NO FEAR
OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS
BOUGHT WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S TEARS
OF MEN WHO LIVED IN MANSIONS
BOUGHT WITH BITS OF OTHERS LIVES
WHO AT NIGHT STILL HUGGED THEIR CHILDREN
AND BROUGHT GIFTS HOME TO THEIR WIVES
WITH MONEY MADE FROM HEROIN
AND PACKETS OF COCAINE
AND IF A BUYER OVERDOSED
THEY NEVER FELT THE PAIN
THERE WERE MANY FLOWERS AT HER FUNERAL
BUT NONE FOR THIS BOY I FEAR
SO THE WIND HAS BLOWN THIS WREATH TO ME
AND I HAVE BROUGHT IT HERE
SHE GAVE HER LIFE TO STOP THE SPREAD
OF DRUGS AMONG HER KIND
AND IF WE LEAVE THESE FLOWERS FOR THIS BOY
I'M SURE SHE WOULDN'T MIND
8. Complaint In The System
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Welcome to the system
Here's the situation
It's a bit confusing
Welcome to the maze
Everybody sees what
Everybody wants to
Everyone avoids
Every other gaze
I will be your mentor
I'll be your adviser
I'll do what I do
And you will look away
Forgetting what you see
Has always been much wiser
But someone in the back is missing what I say
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
Welcome to the park now
We supply amusements
Everybody rides
But everybody pays
What good's causing problems
When no one's complaining
What good is a martyr
If no one is saved
Everybody knows us
Everybody sees us
Every single child
Can tell you where we are
Every politician
Says that we are leaving
But in all this time
We haven't gone too far
Got a complaint in the system
Got a complaint in the system
You should understand it
It's not underhanded
It's really quite simple you see
The right and the wrong of it
Long and the short of it
Black and the white of it
Forget the sight of it
It is so much cheaper
To be no one's keeper
Trust me
In the dead of the night
You can stab with a knife
But it's rare you'll ever get anywhere
So we laugh in delight
Till you turn on a light
And we scatter for the darkness
Or the corners filled with blackness
And we're
There
There
Where
Where
There
THEN THE SAILOR TURNED AROUND
AND WALKED BACK ALONG THE BEACH
TOWARDS THE BOAT ANCHORED OFFSHORE
FOR HIS DECISION HAD BEEN REACHED
HE THEN SAT DOWN ON THE SAND
THINKING OF ALL HE HAD SEEN THAT DAY
AND THEN DECIDED IN HIS MIND
IT WAS TIME TO SAIL AWAY
FOR THE WORLD THAT I WAS BORN TO
CLEARLY NO LONGER EXISTS
AND THE FEELING I SHOULD LEAVE IT
I CAN NO LONGER RESIST
AND AS HE SAT THERE THINKING
A MOTHER AND HER CHILD WALKED BY
AND THE OLD SAILOR'S HOURGLASS
HAD CAUGHT THE YOUNG BOY'S EYE
SO HE WALKED UP TO THE STRANGER
AS ONLY A YOUNG CHILD WILL DO
TO ASK IF HE COULD SEE THE HOURGLASS
BUT THEN HE NOTICED SOMETHING NEW
THAT THE OLD MAN HE WAS CRYING
THOUGH HE TRIED TO WIPE HIS EYES
SO THE CHILD FORGOT THE HOURGLASS
AND INSTEAD ASKED THE OLD MAN WHY
BUT BEFORE THE SAILOR COULD ANSWER
THE MOTHER SAID TO LEAVE THE MAN ALONE
AND TAKING THE CHILD BY THE HAND
SHE GENTLY LED HIM HOME
AND AS THEY LEFT THE BEACH
THE SAND RECORDED BOTH THEIR TRACKS
UNTIL THEY REACHED THE FINAL DUNE
WHEN THE YOUNG CHILD HE LOOKED BACK
THEN HE SAW THE SAILOR STANDING UP
THE GLASS FALLING FROM HIS HAND
WHEN IT HIT THE GROUND THE TOP BROKE OFF
AND SPILLED OUT ALL ITS SAND
THEN THE SAILOR WALKED UP TO THE SEA
AND WADED TO THE BOAT
BUT INSTEAD OF PULLING UP THE ANCHOR
HE SIMPLY CUT THE ROPE
AND THE LAST THING THAT THE CHILD SAW
AS THEY WALKED OUT OF SIGHT
WAS THE SAILOR AND HIS SAILBOAT
SAILING OUT INTO THE NIGHT
9. Underture
[Music: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
EACH MAN HAS A SOUL
THAT STRUGGLES TO ESCAPE
AND IN THE SHALLOWS OF HIS DREAMS
WE CAN OFTEN SEE ITS WAKE
FOR WE ALL HAVE OUR SECRETS
THAT WE ALL KEEP DEEP INSIDE
AWAY FROM LIGHT, IN DARKEST NIGHT
WHERE IT'S ALWAYS SAFE TO HIDE
AWAY FROM ALL THAT WE SHOULD MEET
LESS SOMEONE ELSE SHOULD SHARE
THAT THING THAT HIDES INSIDE OUR SOUL
THAT WE PRAY WAS NEVER THERE
AND OUT UPON THAT OCEAN
A LIFETIME FROM THE SHORE
MIGUEL STOOD HIS NIGHT WATCH
RECALLING EVERYTHING HE SAW
FOR HE WAS A DECKHAND
ABOARD THE "MAERSK DUBAI"
HE HAD SAILED HER ROUND THE WORLD
FROM HAMBURG TO SENDAI
BUT THIS TRIP HAD BEEN DIFFERENT
MORE THAN ANY HE HAD KNOWN
FOR ON BOARD THERE WAS AN EVIL
AND THE EVIL HAD BEEN SHOWN
FOR HALFWAY THROUGH THIS VOYAGE
THEY HAD FOUND TWO STOWAWAYS
THAT THE CAPTAIN HAD THROWN IN THE SEA
AND LEFT THEM TO THE WAVES
AND WHEN HE TRIED TO CLOSE HIS EYES
AND PRETEND HE DID NOT KNOW
THE EVIL DID NOT GO AWAY
BUT USED THE TIME TO GROW
FOR LATER ON THAT SAME TRIP
THEY FOUND A STOWAWAY ONCE AGAIN
BUT THE CAPTAIN SOON MET THIS ONE TOO
AND BROUGHT HIM TO THE SAME COLD END
HE WONDERED WHAT THAT BOY THOUGHT INSIDE
BEFORE THAT FINAL SLEEP
WHEN WATER WAS ALL THAT WAS AROUND
AND HIS LUNGS HAD SCREAMED BREATHE DEEP
HE WONDERED WHAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND
AS HE GASPED FOR AIR
AND THE LAST MOMENT WHEN HE PRAYED FOR HELP
TO FIND NOBODY THERE
HE WONDERED TO HIMSELF
IF HE COULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE
TO STAND UP AT THAT MOMENT
AND SAY THIS CANNOT BE DONE
TO STAND UP TO THE CAPTAIN
AND SAY THIS THING IT CANNOT BE
BUT THERE IS NOTHING CLOSER TO GOD ON EARTH
THAN A CAPTAIN ON THE SEA
AND HE WAS JUST A DECKHAND
WITH NO RIGHT TO PLEAD THE CASE
OF THIS STRANGER IN THEIR MIDST
AND SO HE KEPT HIS PLACE
AND WHAT IS DONE IS DONE
AND UNDONE CANNOT BE
AND SO HE PUSHED IT FROM HIS MIND
AND STARED OUT ACROSS THE SEA
10. The Wake Of Magellan
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Chris Caffery, Johnny Lee Middleton, Paul O'Neill]
As he stood upon the watch deck
Looking out onto the sea
It would offer no solutions
Only silent company
So he took hold of the reasons
As he tried to understand
But they offered just confusion
As they bled into his hands
Dear god
Couldn't you decide
What should happen to a man's assassins
Dear god
Is it suicide
I have never been a man of passions
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper
And I hear
There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be
There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face
Dear god
Do you think it's wise
To remember everything that has ever happened
Dear god
Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this stand
What I do
Is who I am
I believe what the prophets said
That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper
And I hear
Don't see the storms are forming
Don't see or heed the warning
Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence
Columbus and Magellan and De Gama
Sailed upon the ocean
In a world of ignorance
With thoughts so primitive
That men were killed
With no more will
Than that they simply had the notion
But in this world of heartless men
This thing they never did
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Got to keep it underground
Pretend you never heard a sound
If they find it kill it blind it
If they find it kill it blind it
Lord tell me what is to be
Lord tell me what is to be
They whisper and I hear
AFTER A NIGHT OF LITTLE SLEEP
HE OPENED THE GANGWAY DOOR
AND FELT HIS WORLD COLLAPSING
NOT BELIEVING WHAT HE SAW
FOR THERE WITH HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD
WAS A FOURTH STOWAWAY
TRYING TO SURRENDER
NOT KNOWING THE PRICE HE WOULD PAY
MIGUEL KNEW HE MUST ACT QUICKLY
IF THE LAD WAS TO HAVE ANY HOPE
SO HE POINTED TO THE CAPTAIN
AND RAN A FINGER CROSS HIS THROAT
AND THOUGH HE SPOKE LITTLE ENGLISH
THE STOWAWAY SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
AND FOLLOWED MIGUEL TO A HIDING SPOT
AND PLACED HIS LIFE INTO HIS HANDS
AFTER MANY DAYS IN FEAR
THEY SAFELY REACHED THE PORT
AND THERE THE STOWAWAY WAS SET FREE
AND THE CAPTAIN BROUGHT TO COURT
BUT THEN THINGS TOOK AN EVIL TWIST
AND JUSTICE SEEMED TO FAIL
FOR MIGUEL WAS HELD AS A REFUGEE
AND THE CAPTAIN FREED ON BAIL
AND THE COMPANY OF THE MAERSK DUBAI
BROUGHT LAWYERS BY THE PACK
WHO WOULD SEARCH FOR TECHNICALITIES
TO LET THE CASE SLIP THROUGH THE CRACKS
SO WHILE THE LAWYERS SEARCH FOR LOOPHOLES
MIGUEL STILL SITS AND WAITS
IN SOME SMALL ROOM, HIS FUTURE RUINED
WHILE JUSTICE HESITATES
AND I WONDER WHAT THE CAPTAIN THINKS
EACH EVENING IN HIS BED
AND IF HE SHARES HIS DREAMS AT NIGHT
WITH THE RECENT DEAD
FOR CAPTAIN THERE WILL BE A DAY
WHEN YOUR SOUL WILL WASH UP ON HEAVEN'S SHORE
I PRAY THAT WHEN YOU REACH THAT DAY
THAT GOD'S MERCY IS MORE THAN YOURS
AND SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING
MIGUEL WILL TAKE LONG WALKS
AND LIKE THE OLD SAILOR BEFORE HIM
WITH THE OCEAN HE WILL TALK
AND AS HE WALKS ALONG
HE BREATHES IN THE OCEAN'S MORPHINE MIST
AND LOOKING ONCE MORE ACROSS THE NIGHT
DARES THE STARS TO GRANT A WISH
11. Anymore
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Don't want to walk upon the water
Don't want to look across the waves
Instead of seeing hills of water
I just see markers on their graves
But in the fading of a season
To look across an empty sky
For a forgotten childhood reason
To once more wish that you could
Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god does he remember when
We were young and faith was not pretend
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
And in the night he sees the ocean
Carve its thoughts upon the shore
For in the way it was created
It can do this and nothing more
And every message it would leave him
The next wave carefully erased
As the tears that passed between them
Were so real that you could
Close your eyes and just believe again
There's a god and he remembers when
We were young and faith was not pretend
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
And all at once the waves were getting
Higher
And as they crashed I thought I heard them say
There'd be a time when men would all be wiser
When everyone, everyone,
Yes everyone is
Saved
AND AS HE WALKED AWAY HE THOUGHT ABOUT
THAT THIRD STOWAWAY ONCE MORE
AND WONDERED IF THE BODY HAD WASHED UP
UPON SOME FAR AND DISTANT SHORE
OR IF IT SANK DOWN THROUGH THE DEPTHS
OF COLD REALITY
TO REST UPON THE OCEAN FLOOR
FOR ALL ETERNITY
FOR AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA
THE DEAD DO NOT FEEL PAIN
AND NEATH THE OCEAN MADE OF TEARS
THEY NEVER FEAR THE RAIN
BUT WHAT HAD REALLY HAPPENED
WAS A STRANGER TWIST OF FATE
THAT THE DECKHAND WAS TO NEVER KNOW
BUT TO YOU I WILL RELATE
12. The Storm
[Music: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O'Neill]
[Instrumental]
13. The Hourglass
[Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Al Pitrelli, Paul O'Neill]
Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
When the sand's running out and the ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is...
The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take
Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
The ship was his coffin this moment his wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Time is a treason
That I give back to you now
The wind touched the sail and the ship
Moved the ocean
The wind from the storm set the course she would take
From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean
From the wake of Magellan to Magellan's wake
Runaway reasons
Runaway seasons
Everything in it
Hours and minutes
You take tomorrow
Because it means nothing
To me
To me
To...
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
In the dark he heard a whisper
Asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land
And there in the waves
Was a man in his grave
That he saw in the night
'Tween the flashes of light
And he
Could not be there
And all he had prayed
Or had given away
He now found to be wrong
In the grip of the storm
And he
Could not be there
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
And all at once the heavens bled their fire
The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
And in the dark I thought I heard them say
[1.]
Could you keep our lives together
Safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more
BUT WHAT THE SAILOR DID NOT KNOW
AND WOULD NEVER LEARN
WAS ON THAT BEACH NOW FAR AWAY
THE YOUNG CHILD HAD RETURNED
AND FINDING THE BROKEN HOURGLASS
HE RESET IT UPRIGHT
THEN PLACED SAND FROM THE BEACH INSIDE
AND PLACED THE LID ON TIGHT
THEN EXAMINING HIS HANDIWORK
HE LEFT IT IN THE SAND
AND THEN HE QUICKLY RAN BACK HOME
THINKING GOD WOULD UNDERSTAND
[simultaneously - add a new stanza each second time]
[2.]
Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
Everything I ever had for just one more night
And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow
Just another final hour onto my life
[3.]
Did you ever really want to
Did you ever really want to
[4.]
Lord, tell me how it will be
Lord, tell me how it will be
[all together]
Nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing...
Standing once more by a boat on a river
He pushes it off while he stays on the land
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer
Which someone had refilled by hand
And somewhere that boat's now adrift on the
Ocean
The mast at full sail and there's no one on board
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
Only his footprints all alone on the shore
And soon they're no more
No more
No more
NOW OUR STORY'S NEARLY OVER
AND WE'VE REACHED THE FINAL SCENE
BUT WE'RE SURE THAT SOME HAVE WONDERED
WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN-BETWEEN
FROM THE MOMENT WHEN THE BOY WAS SAVED
AND THEIR BOAT HAD REACHED THE SHORE
WELL, THEY TALKED ABOUT LIFE AND DEATH
AND PERHAPS A LITTLE MORE
THE BOY SAID HE'D BEEN A STOWAWAY
ABOARD THE "MAERSK DUBAI"
WHEN THE CAPTAIN HAD HIM THROWN TO THE SEA
AND LEFT HIM THERE TO DIE
AT THIS THE OLD SAILOR HAD STOOD UP
HIS FACE NOW FILLED WITH RAGE
AND SWORE THAT HE WOULD NEVER REST
UNTIL THAT CAPTAIN HAD BEEN CAGED
BUT THE BOY IMPLORED THE SAILOR
THAT HE NOT SAY A WORD
BECAUSE HE WAS AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT
AND AS OF RECENTLY HE'D HEARD
THAT GOING TO THE AUTHORITIES
COULD OFTEN BE UNWISE
WHEN ONE'S PAPER WERE ILLEGAL
THE POLICE JUST MIGHT NOT SYMPATHIZE
SO WHEN THEY REACHED THE HARBOR
WITH THEIR JOURNEY AT AN END
HE LEFT THE BOY ON ANOTHER SHIP
WHOSE CAPTAIN WAS A FRIEND
AND WHEN HE SAW IT PULL TO SEA
AND WAS ONCE MORE ALL ALONE
HE LEANED AGAINST THE TILLER
AND TURNED HIS SHIP BACK HOME
EVENTUALLY HE REACHED THAT BEACH
HE'D LEFT THE NIGHT BEFORE
THEN STEPPED A LAST TIME FROM THE BOAT
AND WADED TO THE SHORE
THEN THE OLD MAN PICKED THE GLASS UP
THAT HE HAD LEFT BEHIND
AND HEADED FOR THE SMALL CAFE
FOR IT WAS NEARLY TIME
AND THE OCEAN WATCHED HIM LEAVING
TO FIND HIS LADY FAIR
AND AS HE LEFT HE HEARD HER LAST WORDS
DRIFTING IN THE AIR
THAT EVERY MAN
IS BORN YOU SEE
BENEATH THE SWORD
DAMOCLES
FOR YOUNG AND OLD
ARE ALL ALIVE
ON THAT NEXT BEAT
ON WHICH WE RIDE
AND THAT BEAT IS SUCH
A FRAGILE THING
IN BOTH OLD MEN
OR YOUTHFUL KING
AND THAT BEAT
STANDS ALL ALONE YOU SEE
BETWEEN US
AND BLACK ETERNITY
AND UNTIL THAT TIME
WHEN DEATH WON'T WAIT
LET EACH MAN RAGE
AGAINST HIS FATE
14. This Is Where You Should Be
[Music and Lyrics by Jon Oliva]
[verse 1]
Time, it slips away
Life it carries on
I remember telling you a dream
About a girl that I had seen
The kind that steals your heart away
Then she fades into the night
All I remember are her eyes
I wish she could be found
[chorus 1]
My heart can feel her
My arms can't reach her
I want you back, oh, baby I need to see you!
here with me yeah
This is where you should be, oh
[verse 2]
She's a fantasy
A vision i can't resist
I search the darkness of my mind
To try and find the reason why
She's only in my dreams
Well she better do it
Will i ever see her again?
Does she know I want her know?
[chorus 1]
My heart can feel her
My arms can't reach her
I want you back, oh, baby I need to see you!
here with me yeah
This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
Oh Oh
My heart can feel her
My arms can't reach her
I want you back, oh, baby i need to see you
here with me yeah
This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
oh
This is where you should be
Oh
This is where you should be
Oh
15. Desiree (Acoustic Piano Version)
[Bonus Track]
[Music and Lyrics by Jon Oliva]
[verse 1]
Desiree, listen to your heart
Have the dreams all been scattered
Or are the words just parts
'cause in these ruins alone
I've been watching you
A ghost among these stones
Desiree I've got to tell you
[chorus 1]
What goods a tear without a face
To suffer its downward fall from grace
and across my heart, Desiree I wish you'd see...
Scars are the wounds that we all show
Time only heals if you let go
If you're letting go, Desiree I wish you'd think of...
[verse 2]
If you only take chances, when every angle is safe
Have partnerless dances, and castles where you wait
But I see far away, a distance in your eye
As you go on alone, piling up your alabis
[chorus 1]
What goods a tear without a face
To suffer its downward fall from grace
and across my heart, Desiree I wish you'd see...
Scars are the wounds that we all show
Time only heals if you let go
If you're letting go, Desiree I wish you'd think of...
[sub-chorus 1]
Lost in a movie script, with no words left to say
You leave on that plane alone
And there inside a midnight fog
I turn and walk away...
[chorus 2]
What goods a tear that falls from grace
What goods a life that leaves no trace
When its time is done, Desiree I wish you'd see...
Who needs a heart that never bleeds
Never retreats and never needs
If it's all alone, Desiree I wish you'd think of... me
16. Somewhere In Time / Alone You Breathe
[Acoustic Bonus Track]
[Written by Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
So what can I tell you
If life's the length of this play
Perhaps God gave the answers
To those with nothing to say
The years are forgiven
If God's forgiving and kind
Perhaps we'll all find the answers
Somewhere in time
Somewhere in ...
You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you'd wait for me
And have you from your dreams awakened
And from where you are what do you see
Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe
You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rainswept night you just let go
You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be
In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life
You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
'Til inside a rainswept night you just let go
You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see the ending to the play
The grand design, the final line
And what was meant to be
17. Sleep
[Piano Bonus Track]
[Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Hey there you
Way out there in the distance
Can you hear me
Are you there
I know it's late
So please forgive my persistence
But I'm hanging
Do you care
So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
And I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep
Hey there you
Way out there could you show me
Just a signal
Or a sign
That after all
All these years that you've known me
And I'm not just killing time
So lay back
Call off the attack
Cause if you look deep
Dreams are nothing that I lack
And all I seek
A final chance to speak
But I would let the whole thing keep
If I could just sleep
As I lay there late at night
Building castles in the air
Out of alibis and all those little lies
And then I look inside
And pray that I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Hey there you way out there in the distance
18. Stay
[Acoustic Bonus Track]
[Written by Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva, Paul O'Neill]
Hey child
Out on your own
You never look back
Never called home
You never turned round
Tell me the games that you play
Nighttime
Wander the streets
You never give ground
Never retreat
You're always Oz-bound
Have all the dreams been betrayed
Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you're safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away
Hey there
Oz-refugee
You took the wrong road
Hatters and tea are all that you found
Out on the great white way
Times change
You never did
Life came
You overbid
Join us
Vassals of courvasier
Stay
Here where dreams tend to stray
Here you're safe when the night fades away
When the night fades away
Story
On a late spring day an old sailor walked along the beach of a small Spanish
town contemplating the many years behind him and the numbered days remaining.
His name was Hector Del-Fuego Magellan and he claimed to be,
though very few believed that he was, a direct descendant of the famous explorer
Ferdinand Magellan, the first man to circumnavigate the globe in 1527.
He was carrying an aged hourglass with him. It was a family heirloom, his oldest
and most valued possession and he found its presence comforting.
The old man's sailing days were long past him and he had out-lived everyone
with whom he had been close. Having spent his life at sea, he had never had a
family, a decision which he now deeply regretted. As he walked, he would converse
quite openly with the ocean, and the occasional beachcomber that he would
encounter would always smile with amusement after he had passed.
After a time he stopped a slight distance from a small outdoor cafe where he
watched as an older woman sipped a small glass of wine. This he had done
every day since he had retired and returned to this town. He had also seen her
once, many years ago, in his youth when she had been a great beauty. She had left the
small port town to pursue an acting career, and having failed to achieve this
goal, had returned like himself to the place of their birth. Over the past year he had
often tried to work up the courage to approach her, but never could. Eventually, she
finished her drink and left and he resumed his journey.
As he walked he began discussing with the ocean his present lonely situation
and the seemingly pointless exercise of continuing to live. In his mind, he
imagined that this could only lead to a cold and lonely death, in some cold hospital for
the aged, surrounded by strangers. He tells the ocean that he would far prefer to
simply get into a small sailboat that he owned and sail out into the Atlantic until it
sank, embraced by the sea that he had so long loved. The ocean did not like this
idea, but though it could come up with no argument to dissuade him from this plan,
it did convince him to wait awhile.
A little further down the beach Hector saw what appeared to be a young man
asleep under a weathered pier. But when the ocean sent a wave that gently
brushed up against the boy's feet, the youth did not stir, and the sailor realized
that the man was dead. Scattered around his body were several small packets with the
words, "Blackjack Guillotine," imprinted on them as well as used hypodermic
needles.
The ocean whispered to him that it was a brand of heroin and that the boy
had overdosed. The sailor asked how such a young person, with obviously so much
to live for, could have gotten started on such a deadly poison, and the
ocean replied that it had been a gift on his eighteenth birthday from a friend. The old
man picked up the boy's jacket which had been laying beside him and covered the body
with it, while the ocean pushed a waterlogged funeral wreath with the name
Veronica Guerin written on it in gold foil still clinging to the leaves.
The name was meaningless to him, but he asked the ocean if it did not think
it inappropriate to steal a wreath from the dead. The ocean explained that it
had belonged to an Irish reporter who had been killed for fighting the drug
lords in her country, and she was sure the reporter would not mind.
After saying a quiet prayer over the body, Hector Magellan continued down
the shore, eventually stopping at the mouth of a small river that emptied into
the ocean. Thinking back on all he had just seen, how the world had changed
around him, he started to cry, not noticing a mother and small boy approaching as
they strolled along the beach. The child's eye was attracted to the hourglass
that the sailor was still carrying, and he went over to ask if he could see it. When
he noticed the sailor's tears, he instead asked why the old man was crying, but before
he could hear the reply, he was told by his mother to leave the nice gentleman alone.
Then taking the child's hand she led him off the beach.
Just as they were walking over the dunes, the child looked over his shoulder
in time to see the old man drop the hourglass to the ground, where the top
broke off and all the sand spilled out. The sailor did not even glance down at it, but
instead, waded out to his small sailboat just off the shore, pulled up the anchor,
and set sail into the twilight. He had decided that this ship would be his coffin and his
trail through the water his wake.
Several hours later, he had fallen asleep under the tiller, and in his
dreams his great ancestor appeared to him telling him to return to land. He awakened to find
himself in a violent Atlantic storm, and believed that the ocean had finally decided
to grant his wish, but despite the fact that he was sure that he was awake and alone,
he could still hear the sound of another human voice. Suddenly, a tremendous
bolt of lightning illuminated the night and he could see a man in the distance
struggling in the sea.
Hector scrambled to his feet and desperately tried to maneuver the boat
towards the man. Water poured over the sides and he then had to also fight just to
keep afloat while he seemed to be getting no closer to the victim. He begged to
God to forget the death that he had so feverently prayed for that day, or if this
could not be done, to at least grant him one final moment so that he could save this
life. But the storm raged on, and the man disappeared for longer and longer periods
beneath the surface.
Just when all had seemed lost, the wind suddenly changed direction and a
giant wave carried the vessel practically right beside the man. With a sudden
burst of new found strength, he pulled him on board and as the storm resided, he
reversed course back towards land. His passenger told him that he had been a stowaway
on board a freighter and that the officers had thrown him overboard.
The old sailor was horrified, saying that even in the days of Magellan, when
life was considerably cheaper, this thing was never done. He said that they must
report this crime immediately to the police, but the stowaway asked him not to inform
the authorities, since he had entered the country illegally. Hector understood
his situation, and many hours later, he dropped him off with a docked freighter
that was loading cargo for America, and whose captain was an acquaintance.
His new mission accomplished, Hector then returned to the beach where he had
started. On the sand he could see his hourglass which someone had repaired
and refilled. He stepped into the water without dropping anchor or taking down
the sails, then turning, he pushed the boat out towards the sea before wading ashore.
Once there, he picked up his hourglass and started to walk back towards the
little cafe, the ocean gently erasing his footprints behind him.
SAVATAGE LINE-UP:
Zak Stevens - Vocals
Johnny Lee Middleton - Bass
Chris Caffery - Guitars
Al Pitrelli - Guitars
Jeff Plate - Drums
Jon Oliva - Keyboards, Additional Vocals
Produced by Paul O'Neill
Thanks to blitzkrieg666 for sending tracks #13, #14 lyrics.
Thanks to metallica1980m for sending tracks ## 16-18 lyrics.
Thanks to g6nickchad for correcting these lyrics.
Thanks to metallica1980m for correcting tracks ## 14, 15 lyrics.
On a late spring day an old sailor walked along the beach of a small Spanish
town contemplating the many years behind him and the numbered days remaining.
His name was Hector Del-Fuego Magellan and he claimed to be,
though very few believed that he was, a direct descendant of the famous explorer
Ferdinand Magellan, the first man to circumnavigate the globe in 1527.
He was carrying an aged hourglass with him. It was a family heirloom, his oldest
and most valued possession and he found its presence comforting.
The old man's sailing days were long past him and he had out-lived everyone
with whom he had been close. Having spent his life at sea, he had never had a
family, a decision which he now deeply regretted. As he walked, he would converse
quite openly with the ocean, and the occasional beachcomber that he would
encounter would always smile with amusement after he had passed.
After a time he stopped a slight distance from a small outdoor cafe where he
watched as an older woman sipped a small glass of wine. This he had done
every day since he had retired and returned to this town. He had also seen her
once, many years ago, in his youth when she had been a great beauty. She had left the
small port town to pursue an acting career, and having failed to achieve this
goal, had returned like himself to the place of their birth. Over the past year he had
often tried to work up the courage to approach her, but never could. Eventually, she
finished her drink and left and he resumed his journey.
As he walked he began discussing with the ocean his present lonely situation
and the seemingly pointless exercise of continuing to live. In his mind, he
imagined that this could only lead to a cold and lonely death, in some cold hospital for
the aged, surrounded by strangers. He tells the ocean that he would far prefer to
simply get into a small sailboat that he owned and sail out into the Atlantic until it
sank, embraced by the sea that he had so long loved. The ocean did not like this
idea, but though it could come up with no argument to dissuade him from this plan,
it did convince him to wait awhile.
A little further down the beach Hector saw what appeared to be a young man
asleep under a weathered pier. But when the ocean sent a wave that gently
brushed up against the boy's feet, the youth did not stir, and the sailor realized
that the man was dead. Scattered around his body were several small packets with the
words, "Blackjack Guillotine," imprinted on them as well as used hypodermic
needles.
The ocean whispered to him that it was a brand of heroin and that the boy
had overdosed. The sailor asked how such a young person, with obviously so much
to live for, could have gotten started on such a deadly poison, and the
ocean replied that it had been a gift on his eighteenth birthday from a friend. The old
man picked up the boy's jacket which had been laying beside him and covered the body
with it, while the ocean pushed a waterlogged funeral wreath with the name
Veronica Guerin written on it in gold foil still clinging to the leaves.
The name was meaningless to him, but he asked the ocean if it did not think
it inappropriate to steal a wreath from the dead. The ocean explained that it
had belonged to an Irish reporter who had been killed for fighting the drug
lords in her country, and she was sure the reporter would not mind.
After saying a quiet prayer over the body, Hector Magellan continued down
the shore, eventually stopping at the mouth of a small river that emptied into
the ocean. Thinking back on all he had just seen, how the world had changed
around him, he started to cry, not noticing a mother and small boy approaching as
they strolled along the beach. The child's eye was attracted to the hourglass
that the sailor was still carrying, and he went over to ask if he could see it. When
he noticed the sailor's tears, he instead asked why the old man was crying, but before
he could hear the reply, he was told by his mother to leave the nice gentleman alone.
Then taking the child's hand she led him off the beach.
Just as they were walking over the dunes, the child looked over his shoulder
in time to see the old man drop the hourglass to the ground, where the top
broke off and all the sand spilled out. The sailor did not even glance down at it, but
instead, waded out to his small sailboat just off the shore, pulled up the anchor,
and set sail into the twilight. He had decided that this ship would be his coffin and his
trail through the water his wake.
Several hours later, he had fallen asleep under the tiller, and in his
dreams his great ancestor appeared to him telling him to return to land. He awakened to find
himself in a violent Atlantic storm, and believed that the ocean had finally decided
to grant his wish, but despite the fact that he was sure that he was awake and alone,
he could still hear the sound of another human voice. Suddenly, a tremendous
bolt of lightning illuminated the night and he could see a man in the distance
struggling in the sea.
Hector scrambled to his feet and desperately tried to maneuver the boat
towards the man. Water poured over the sides and he then had to also fight just to
keep afloat while he seemed to be getting no closer to the victim. He begged to
God to forget the death that he had so feverently prayed for that day, or if this
could not be done, to at least grant him one final moment so that he could save this
life. But the storm raged on, and the man disappeared for longer and longer periods
beneath the surface.
Just when all had seemed lost, the wind suddenly changed direction and a
giant wave carried the vessel practically right beside the man. With a sudden
burst of new found strength, he pulled him on board and as the storm resided, he
reversed course back towards land. His passenger told him that he had been a stowaway
on board a freighter and that the officers had thrown him overboard.
The old sailor was horrified, saying that even in the days of Magellan, when
life was considerably cheaper, this thing was never done. He said that they must
report this crime immediately to the police, but the stowaway asked him not to inform
the authorities, since he had entered the country illegally. Hector understood
his situation, and many hours later, he dropped him off with a docked freighter
that was loading cargo for America, and whose captain was an acquaintance.
His new mission accomplished, Hector then returned to the beach where he had
started. On the sand he could see his hourglass which someone had repaired
and refilled. He stepped into the water without dropping anchor or taking down
the sails, then turning, he pushed the boat out towards the sea before wading ashore.
Once there, he picked up his hourglass and started to walk back towards the
little cafe, the ocean gently erasing his footprints behind him.
SAVATAGE LINE-UP:
Zak Stevens - Vocals
Johnny Lee Middleton - Bass
Chris Caffery - Guitars
Al Pitrelli - Guitars
Jeff Plate - Drums
Jon Oliva - Keyboards, Additional Vocals
Produced by Paul O'Neill
Thanks to blitzkrieg666 for sending tracks #13, #14 lyrics.
Thanks to metallica1980m for sending tracks ## 16-18 lyrics.
Thanks to g6nickchad for correcting these lyrics.
Thanks to metallica1980m for correcting tracks ## 14, 15 lyrics.
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