Tales of a Circus

Tales of a Circus

Release Date: October 2005
Northeastern Recordings

Lyrics

Overture – Welcome to the show! From a far forgotten Planet, or some mystic lunar land. From far beyond these structured limits passed down from hand to hand. In a time where past and present are obscured into a unique time, where thoughts know no bounds as within these feeble minds. Streak of lightning, sonic blast, fear and wonder, a future coming fast. From far beyond this complex World, streaking through it’s sky. Covering vast tracts of land and capturing every eye. A Carnival, a mystic act, arriving in this place. A big top circus tent and more in view of every face. Tents go up, the Circus is here, animals and acts, calling all far and near.

Ringmaster’s Song – Welcome One and All! Step right up and see.  Can you feel the Magic pulling, tugging at your sleeve?  See the burning Sun, turn and face the Sea. Can you see this image, or can it be that you must leave? No, no, you must stay, enter in! Step right up, I’ll lead the way, entertain! Welcome to the Show, you’ve never seen. Expect experience, express your hidden dreams. The things you’ll see, the things you’ll hear, the inner you and more awaken, follow me! Yes, yes, you must stay, enter in! Step right up, I’ll lead the way, entertain! Welcome One and All! Step right up and see. Can you feel the Magic pulling, tugging at your sleeve? The things you’ll see, the things you’ll hear, the inner you and more awaken, follow me! Yes, yes, you must stay, enter in! Step right up, I’ll lead the way, entertain!

Paper Faces on Parade – Parade of Masks, the circus begins to dance. We carry in our hands the guise you hide behind, and you see the masquerade. Parade of Masks, we allure you with their trance. They embrace the promise of light, washing away like the sand, the darkness where you have strayed. Paper Faces on Parade watch us dance our masquerade. Paper Faces on Parade, see the light, the promenade. Parade of Masks, the magic and the wonder. Open your eyes and see our dreams are true and understand they are inside of you. Parade of Masks, look and you will remember. Behind the eyes of children hidden from view are the innocence of beauty and love. Paper Faces on Parade watch us dance our masquerade. Paper Faces on Parade, see the light, the promenade.

Delusion of Illusion:

I The Freak Show – Tunnel deep, darkness weep, fireside, flash and heat, anticipation, expectancy, observation, elucidate, own self-image, shrunken down, exposure to, a hidden truth. Violent fear, annihilate, limelight, flash and wait, images, distorted freaks, laugh out loud, a heavy weight, for you hide, a giant rock, sweat and heat, a time bomb. You cannot escape, what you attempt to hide from the light; you cannot escape, and run away with the fear of the night; you cannot escape, though you may wish you can never escape; you can not escape, from yourself and the web you weave.

II faCade – Facade!

III Beauty in a Foolish Heart – In your heart you should have nothing to hide. All of your hopes, fears, and dreams inside. Something to do with the way you think about it. You will find as you go through life that you’re able to stand at the top of a mountain. Beauty in your foolish heart, it is the key that unlocks your hopes, fears, and dreams. Something to do with the way you let it run. You will find as you go through life that you’re able to swim from sea to sea. In your self you should find all you need. All of your hopes, fears, and dreams fulfilled. Something to do with the way you think of selfishness. You will find as you go through life that you’re able to soar from here to heaven.

Abracadabra – I am the young man who has grown up in this show. And growing up here has made my life a fantasy. I am the young magician; call me Abracadabra. Please step into my spell and tell me what you see. Travel deep inside your body, underneath the wire. Look around at the walls; what do they reveal? Sense the mighty vibrations until your soul sings. And tell me once again how marvelous you feel. I am illusion yes.  I am a star. The people love to see me. They come from very far. I come in contact with the people of this world.  But sometimes contact is so unreal.  Living here inside these walls of color and illusion, my simple heart cannot conceal a longing deep inside that tells me to depart, and find some happiness for me.  Find a lovely maiden young, or be a man of high position, and live like these people I see. I am the young man who has grown up in this show. And you’re the selfless lot that believes in what I sell. I am the young magician; I lead you where I please. And you just believe the lies that I tell. Travel deep inside your body, past your broken shell. Look around at your being, tell me what you see. There’s nothing there inside, it’s all empty illusion. You are not human, no there is nothing you can be. I am illusion yes.  I am a star. The people love to see me. They’ve come from very far. I come in contact with the people of this world.  But all this contact is so unreal.  Living here inside these walls of color and illusion, my purpose and skills are a lie.  I will depart this land and find my own self-worth, in a place that’s all my own.  I only care to be fulfilled with my own self-worth, the rest I choose to leave behind.

Gypsy Dreams – Walking on Circus Strings, open up, spread your wings, Gypsy dreams; a flower sings. Enter the Circus Stage, release the wild from the cage, face the crowd, and engage. Free the burden from your mind, the past is left behind. Gypsy flies with broken wings, yet her heart still sings. Free the burden from your heart, feel the brand new start, the Gypsy dreams, she sings and soars high on her wings. And all that I hear is the sound of her wings. Hunted in a strange land, running barefoot in the sand, moment of reckoning, once at hand. Now onward in her life, growing up among all strife, dancing on the edge of a knife. All the burden of her youth, her survival is proof, the Gypsy with broken wings heals yet her heart still sings. All the burden of her clan, subject to the Master Plan, the Gypsy dreams, she sings, and soars high on her wings. And all that I hear is the sound of her wings.

Carnival of Harlequins – Walkin’ in the light of the sun. Glimmerin’ and shinin’ just for fun. They hold you and throw you a line. And you walk into their mystery sublime. Could this be the age of fun? Could this mean we’re on the run? Now, you’re it! Run, straight through it. Feelin’ the heat of the Carnival. Run, too late! Scream! Can’t see straight. Dancin’ in the Carnival of Harlequins. Virtually dancin’ around. Did you catch that digital sound? No place to hide yourself now. They’ve taken all your power down. Could this be the age of fun? Could this mean we’re on the run? Now, you’re it! Run, straight through it. Feelin’ the heat of the Carnival. Run, too late! Scream! Can’t see straight. Dancin’ in the Carnival of Harlequins.

Ringmaster’s Interlude – Expect experience, express your hidden dreams, the inner you and more. Awaken, I’ll lead the way.

Fire Balloons – Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Watch them perfect in shape float up to the sky. Watch them perfect in every essence. To see them is to see beauty and life, they fill the sky and dull your senses. Watch and stare as Fire Balloons float to the sky, you’ll watch in wonder and become mystified. Watch and stare as Fire Balloons float to the sky, you’ll watch in horror as they burn the Night! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Watch them in their splendor grace the heavens above, see them dance and fly. To see them is to become transfixed and mystified, they will indeed capture your eye. Watch and stare as Fire Balloons float to the sky, you’ll watch in wonder and become mystified. Watch and stare as Fire Balloons float to the sky, you’ll watch in horror as they burn the Night! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Music Box – The illusions we see as children, like playing in a field. Listening to fairytales inspired by the wonder. With a flash of magic, you see the colors of the day. With a sparkle of light, the world shines with silver and gold. But as time fades by, images appear. And if the shadows grow, you erode like water to stone. Denial grows within, watching ecstasy turn to misery. The words are a whisper, hope and faith just smoke in the air. And as this world, increases its pace, in its everlasting, elevating race. This hurt inside, turns to hate, ends in pain, only to go numb.

Dance of Beasts – Someone please tell you something beautiful, because you do not know anymore. Somebody show you something, something beautiful, because you cannot remember anymore. Demons spinning inside your head, spinning in your head. Beasts are dancing in your mind, dancing in your mind. Their blood oozing all around the sky, screams bleeding from their skin, these dreams that are breaking from the eyes and the cries have only just begun. Your demons spinning inside your head, spinning in your head. Beasts are dancing in your mind, dancing in your mind. Sometimes it gets so hard to hold on. And sometimes it gets so hard just to breathe. Now and then the only truth to believe is a lie. And now and then the only dream to see is a nightmare. Broken bones tearing through flesh, but your body so numb can’t feel the pain. Your disease decays like seeds in the ground, but sadder still you’re not the only one that bleeds. Demons spinning inside your head, spinning in your head. Beasts are dancing in your mind, dancing in your mind. Will anyone please sing you a gentle song, because you do not know anymore. Can anybody show you a gentle smile, because you cannot remember anymore. Your demons spinning inside your head, spinning in your head. Beasts are dancing in your mind, dancing in your mind. Maybe the demons in your life are only just angels. Angels trying to get your spirit to fly. You may see their faces all over the place. You may hear their voices everywhere. Sometimes it gets so hard to hold on. Sometimes it gets so hard just to breathe. Now and then the only truth to believe is a lie. And now and then the only dream to see is a nightmare. Demons spinning inside your head, spinning in your head. Beasts are dancing in your mind, dancing in your mind.

Traveler’s Tale – A long time ago when this land was young and virgin still. Before we all came trying to make a life fulfilled. Caught up in our work on the edge of a dream, on the edge of dream. Take a good look at the work there is left to do. Make the most of the time you have before it’s through. Don’t just wait on the edge of your dreams. Make your dreams come true.

Spirit Born Inside the Sun – Staring at the mirror, at a body that once could raise up the crowd. Seeing the fading body, straining with every move, tears pouring from his eyes. But when the curtain calls, the pain disappears. His tears fade away. And when the crowd cheers, the crowd is chanting his name. A spirit reborn inside the sun. Inside the sun. Inside the sun. Fist clinched tight, raised in the air. Head held up high, gazing at the stars. Lights shine the sweat into a shimmering glow. The strength of a 1000 men shadow in fear. As he steps to the stage, the hurt creeps into his eyes. Clasping his hands in a gesture of prayer, he moves to the trial. Locking his hands on the weight of the world, closes his eyes. With a final breath, he strains with pain, and fails his first try. And fails his first try. With a tear in his eye he looks at the crowd. They stopped chanting his name they fade from their roar Again locking his hands on the weight of the world, closes his eyes and inhales with a growl. He screams with his might and it’s above his head. The crowd silent in awe, start to chant his name. The sweat pouring down, he is not afraid of his tear. And he releases a roar and returns the weight to the floor. Fist clinched tight, raised in the air. Head held up high, gazing at the stars. Lights shine the sweat into a shimmering glow. The strength of 1000 men shadow in his fear.

Awakening – Can you awaken anymore to see the magic? Can you wonder anymore to see these dreams? Are you too lost in your world, drowning in your misery. Is there time left, the days are torn away. Is there a chance left, the cycle is unbroken. Or is it all just a lie and your world it will not last. Open your eyes, to see the beauty inside. Open your heart, without you this world is not whole. The joy of your smile means more to them than you. Can you see anymore, the sadness that blinds you? Can you dream anymore, the sleeplessness is eating you? Are too numb, this touch, can you feel? The moon has a dark side it keeps hidden away, and the moon it sometimes hides behind the shadows, but sometimes the moon shines like the sun. Open your eyes, to see the beauty inside. Open your heart, without you this world is not whole. The color of your eyes glows better in the light. Open your eyes, to see the beauty inside. Open your heart, without you this world is not whole. It is not whole, without you this world is not whole. It is not whole, without you this world is not whole. It is not.

Symphony in the Sky –  The lights in the sky are just fires in space. And the streaks of gold are just the burning dust. Maybe the laugh of a child is just a smiling face. And the tear of a woman just metal to rust. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything. The magic of the morning is just the spin of a flower. And the lore of the night is just the back of the sun. Maybe a dream in your mind is just the spark of power. And the music we hear just form to vision. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything. Do we have to believe, de we have to wonder, do we have to dream, do we have to cry? Do we have to see, do we have to hear, do we have to live, and do we have to die? The wonder of life is just the truth of vision. And the talk from the dead is just the memories we hold. Maybe the life of your child just gives meaning to your own life and the joys of the world are just toys to be broken. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything. The faith in a god is just tits on a bull. The hope in man is just a wish on a star. Maybe love is just scenes from an act. And the look in those eyes just broken glass. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything. Do we have to believe, de we have to wonder, do we have to dream, do we have to cry? Do we have to see, do we have to hear, do we have to live, and do we have to die? But a simple faith can’t be the only reason you sleep at night. A simple dream can’t be the only reason you breathe. A simple love can’t be the only reason to live. A simple hope can’t be the only reason to hold on. A simple hope. A simple hope. A simple hope. You have to believe, you have to wonder, you have to dream, you have to cry. You have to see, you have to hear, you have to live, you have to die. You have to believe, you have to wonder, you have to dream, you have to cry. You have to see, you have to hear, you have to live, you have to die. You have to believe, you have to wonder, you have to dream, you have to cry. You have to see, you have to hear, you have to live, you have to die. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything. Cause in the end it doesn’t matter anymore. And in the end it doesn’t mean anything.

Ringmaster’s Finale – Welcome One and All! Step right up and see. Can you feel the Magic pulling, tugging at your sleeve? See the burning Sun, turn and face the Sea. Can you see this image, or can it be that you must leave? No, no, you must stay, enter in! Step right up, I’ll lead the way, entertain! Welcome to the Show, you’ve never seen. Expect experience, express your hidden dreams. The things you’ll see, the things you’ll hear, the inner you and more awaken, follow me! Yes, yes, you can’t stop now, enter in! Step right up, I’ll lead the way, entertain!

The Show Must Go On

All songs written and performed by Brian T. Johnstone and Scott J. Schwertly © 1996-2005 Ameted Music.

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