Lirik Lagu In Held Twas In I: Glimpses Of Nirvana/Twas Teatime At The Circus/In The Autumn Of My Madness/Look T - Procol Harum
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Glimpses of Nirvana
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's 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 Lama's 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, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despisewhich some call fake, and others liesAnd somewhat smallfor one so talla doubting Thomas who would be?It's written plain for all to seefor one who I am with no moreit's hard at times, it's awful raw
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poorand those unsurebelieved his eyes- a strange disguiseStill write it down, it might be readnothing's better left unsaidonly sometimes, still no doubtit's hard to see, it all works out-----------------------------------
'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was thereThrough hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glareof the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloakand though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke
'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agreeas jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlesslyBut trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spokeand though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke-----------------------------------
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning greyfor the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to sayWhen all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words
In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be longfor the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strongand the things which I believed in are no longer quite enoughfor the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough-----------------------------------
I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurredbut I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deservefor the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clearI must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fearof a death that they're not sure of, of a life they can't controlIt's all so simple really if you just look to your soul
Some say that I'm a wise man, some think that I'm a foolIt doesn't matter either way: I'll be a wise man's foolFor the lesson lies in learning and by teaching I'll be taughtfor there's nothing hidden anywhere, it's all there to be soughtAnd so if you know anything look closely at the timeat others who remain untrue and don't commit that crime
In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of Nirvana as seen through other people's 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 Lama's 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, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despisewhich some call fake, and others liesAnd somewhat smallfor one so talla doubting Thomas who would be?It's written plain for all to seefor one who I am with no moreit's hard at times, it's awful raw
They say that Jesus healed the sick and helped the poorand those unsurebelieved his eyes- a strange disguiseStill write it down, it might be readnothing's better left unsaidonly sometimes, still no doubtit's hard to see, it all works out-----------------------------------
'Twas tea-time at the circus: King Jimi, he was thereThrough hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glareof the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloakand though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke
'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agreeas jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlesslyBut trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spokeand though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke-----------------------------------
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning greyfor the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to sayWhen all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds)bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words
In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be longfor the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strongand the things which I believed in are no longer quite enoughfor the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough-----------------------------------
I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurredbut I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deservefor the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clearI must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fearof a death that they're not sure of, of a life they can't controlIt's all so simple really if you just look to your soul
Some say that I'm a wise man, some think that I'm a foolIt doesn't matter either way: I'll be a wise man's foolFor the lesson lies in learning and by teaching I'll be taughtfor there's nothing hidden anywhere, it's all there to be soughtAnd so if you know anything look closely at the timeat others who remain untrue and don't commit that crime
