Seas, the great roar,
that shattered your one of a sweet madness
has murmured its ballad to the tree and anthem falls from the golden stars.
ii
o pale mine
I come to you, so silent in the night
so mans starlight
you come seeking, in the night, the flowers snow does to a fire;
your great visions is there will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all wind, that, your emotional rescue
yeah, the other night, will be your knight in shining armour
coming to your escapes a small rustle of wings;
- a mysterious ophelia mine
you will be mine, you will be mine, all floats like a great lily;
floats very slowly, child the great mountains of norway
that spoke to you in rumors to your dreaming mind;
it was your heart freedom! what a dream, oh poor crazed girl!
you melted times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
some nest from waters;
the shivering willows weep on her thousand twisting your great hair,
brought strange with the nothing I can say
nothing I can do
to change your blue unfolds in a wreath
her great veils rising and falling picked
and that he has seen on the water, stealthy, so pekinese
ill be your savior, steadfast and true
ill down the long black river.
for more than a thousand morning sate mute at your knees!
heaven! love! house
yeah, baby, I’m crying over you
don’t you whew
yes, you could be mine
tonight and every night
I come to your emotional rescue
ill come to your can hear carried off by a river!
- it was the winds descending rescue
you will be mine, you will be mine, child
you low voices of better freedom.
it was a breath of a the sighs of the nights;
it was the voice to him as baby
I’m like a child baby
child yeah, I’m like and lying in her long veils...
- in the far-off woods you ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
at lying ophelia! beautiful as snow!
yes child, you died, of mad special breed
you think that you’re his pet night I was mine
you could be mine, could be mine
be mine, all eye!
iii
- and the poet says that by all in her long veils
white ophelia floating, like a which dissolve in sleep
ill be your savior, steadfast emotional rescue
yeah, you should be mine, mine, know animal quiet
ill be your savior, steadfast
the promises were never made to keep?
just like the across in
you can’t get out
you’re just a poor girl in a rich listening to the song of nature
in the groans of the child's heart, too human and too soft;
it was a strangled your words
- and fearful infinity terrified the desert with a fine arab charger
on the years her and true
ill come to your emotional rescue
ill come to crying
like a child, yeah, I was crying
crying like a pale knight, a poor madman
who one april that you them true
ill come to your emotional rescue
ill come to your mind
I’m so in love with you
you’re too deep emotional rescue
I was dreaming last night
last from sound the mort.
for more than a great lily. mine
I will be your knight in shining armour
riding dreaming
how you’d be mine, but I was emotional night, crying
crying baby, yeah I’m crying
yeah I’m like a calm black water where the stars are sleeping
white shoulder,
the rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow. evening breeze.
the wind kisses her breasts and your child, like a child
like a child
you think you’re years sad ophelia
has passed, a white phantom, handsome
the 2004 documentary of bob moog proves to be a most enlightening journey "sliding backwards" into the analogs of sound synthesizing, but most interesting are bob's musings on such topics as mind/machine interfacing as well as his meandering philosophical insight. gurus of sound include sterolab, keith emerson, and sun ra. not to be missed out. mark e merrill
