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      Song of Myself

      Song of Myself


      Album: Imaginaerum Orchestal

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      Nightwish - Song of Myself Música y Letra

      1. From A Dusty Bookshelf
      2. All That Great Heart Lying Still
      The nightingale is still locked in the cage
      The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
      An old oak sheltering me from the blue
      Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
      A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
      She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
      Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the Ride
      Raving harlequins, gigantic toys
      A song of me a song in need
      Of a courageous symphony
      A verse of me a verse in need
      Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
      All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
      All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
      All that great heart lying still
      In silent suffering
      Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
      What is left for encore
      Is the same old Dead Boy's song
      Sung in silence
      All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
      All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
      A midnight flight into Covington Woods
      A princess and a panther by my side
      These are Territories I live for
      I'd still give my everything to love you more
      (repeat br.+ch.)
      3. Piano Black
      A silent symphony
      A hollow opus #1,2,3
      Sometimes the sky is piano black
      Piano black over cleansing waters
      Resting pipes, verse of bore
      Rusting keys without a door
      Sometimes the within is piano black
      Piano black over cleansing waters
      All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
      All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
      4. Love
      I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street, with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
      Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
      I do, but walk by.
      An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic.
      It's half-light and he's in tears.
      When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
      I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
      All pride has left his wild drooling eyes.
      I wish I had my leg to spare.
      A mother visits her son, smiles to him through the bars.
      She's never loved him more.
      An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
      All dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
      Terribly sweet perfume deafens me.
      She's going to dinner alone.
      That makes her even more beautiful.
      I see a model's face on a brick wall.
      A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
      A city that worships flesh.
      The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story
      It was you, the grass under my bare feet
      The campfire in the dead of the night
      The heavenly black of sky and sea
      It was us
      Roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches
      Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
      Bathing in places no-one's seen before
      Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
      Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
      Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath of nature
      In early air of the dawn of life
      A sight to silence the heavens
      I want to travel where life travels, following its permanent lead
      Where the air tastes like snow music
      Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
      I would pass no man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
      I would bathe in a world of sensation
      Love, Goodness, and Simplicity
      ( While violated and imprisoned by technology )
      The thought of my family's graves was the only moment I used to experience true love
      That love remains infinite, as I'll never be the man my father is
      How can you "just be yourself" when you don't know who you are?
      Stop saying "I know how you feel"
      How could anyone know how another feels?
      Who am I to judge a priest, beggar, whore, politician, wrongdoer?
      I am, you are, all of them already
      Dear child, stop working, go play
      Forget every rule
      There's no fear in a dream
      "Is there a village inside this snowflake?"
      - a child asked me
      "What's the color of our lullaby?"
      I've never been so close to truth as then
      I touched its silver lining
      Death is the winner in any war
      Nothing noble in dying for your religion
      For your country
      For ideology, for faith
      For another man, yes
      Paper is dead without words
      Ink idle without a poem
      All the world dead without stories
      Without love and disarming beauty
      Careless realism costs souls
      Ever seen the Lord smile?
      All the care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
      Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
      Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
      All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
      I see all those empty cradles and wonder
      If man will ever change
      I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
      Is smoke and mirrors
      Still given everything, may I be deserving
      And there forever remains that change from G to Em

      Nightwish - Song of Myself Música y Letra




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