Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Pictures At An Exhibition Lyrics
Promenade---------Lead me from tortured dreamsChildhood themes of nights alone,Wipe away endless years,Childhood tears as dry as stone.From seeds of confusion,Illusions darks blossoms have grown.Even now in furrows of sorrowThe dance still is sung.My life's course is guidedDecided by limits drawnOn charts of my past daysAnd pathways since I was born.The Sage--------I carry the dust of a journeyThat cannot be shaken awayIt lives deep within meFor I breathe it every day.You and I are yesterday's answers;The earth of the past came to flesh,Eroded by Time's riversTo the shapes we now possess.Come share of my breath and my substance,And mingle our stream and our times.In bright, infinite moments,Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.The Curse of Bab Yaga---------------------Doubles faces dark defenseTalk too loud but talk no senseYeah I see those smiling eyesButter us up with smiling liesTalk to creatures raise the deadFate you know sure got fedTrained apart from houses of stoneHour of horses pick the boneThe Great Gates of Kiev-----------------------Come forth, from love spireBorn in life's fire,Born in life's fire.Come forth, from love's spireIn the burning, all are (of our) yearning,For life to be.And the pain will (must) be gain,New life!Stirring in, salty streamsAnd dark hidden seamsWhere the fossil sun gleams.They were, sent from (to) the gatesRide the tides of fate,Ride the tides of fate.They were, sent from (to) the gatesIn the burning all are (of our) yearning,For life to be.There's no end to my life,No beginning to my deathDeath is life.
