TransAtlantic – In Held (Twas) In I Glimpses of Nirvana In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other peoples windows, wallowing in a morass of self- despair made only more painful by the knowledge that all I am is of my own making ... When everything around me, even the kitchen ceiling, has collapsed and crumbled without warning. And I am left, standing alive and well, looking up and wondering why and wherefore. At a time like this, which exists maybe only for me, but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are pretentious and make you cringe with embarrassment, let me remind you of the pilgrim who asked for an audience with the Dalai Lama. He was told he must first spend five years in contemplation. After the five years, he was ushered into the Dalai Lamas presence, who said, Well, my son, what do you wish to know? So the pilgrim said, I wish to know the meaning of life, father. And the Dalai Lama smiled and said, Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isnt it? Held close by that which some despise which some call fake, and others lies And somewhat small for one so tall a doubting Thomas who would be? Its written plain for all to see for one who I am with no more its hard at times, its awful raw They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poor and those unsure believed his eyes - a strange disguise Still write it down, it might be read nothings better left unsaid only sometimes, still no doubt its hard to see, it all works out In the Autumn of My Madness In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and Ive nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds) bring all my friends unto me and Ill strangle them with words In the autumn of my madness which in coming wont be long for the nights are now much darker and the daylights not so strong and the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough for the knowing is much harder and the goings getting rough Look to Your Soul I know if Id been wiser this would never have occurred but I wallowed in my blindness so its plain that I deserve for the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clear I must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fear of a death that theyre not sure of, of a life they cant control Its all so simple really if you just look to your soul Some say that Im a wise man, some think that Im a fool It doesnt matter either way: Ill be a wise mans fool For the lesson lies in learning and by teaching Ill be taught for theres nothing hidden anywhere, its all there to be sought And so if you know anything look closely at the time at others who remain untrue and dont commit that crime Grand Finale [Instrumental]
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