Check him lately... his once clear high voice is being constantly strained. Also, at the award ceremony I think he was just trying too hard and compounded the problem.
And I adore Jon Andersons voice... from Yes to King Crimson to Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howes' Union album to any other number of endeavors... but I hafta say that my fave is his effort with Vangelis... Friends of Mr Cairo.
So amazing how many stages this song goes through... with a powerful ending.
She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane That Saturday night dark masquerade Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart But then, as nothing happens quite the same Investigation is the game He had to check her story right away - he dead Sam Space his buddy Archer first to go he got it - he dead She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it - he dead Her sister didn't really live at all - confusion - he dead His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo!
That night, the double crosser got it right Pretending he was really dim He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn) He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun They'd left a note to lead him on The chase to find the Maltese Falcon - you bet Early thirties gangster movies Set to spellbind population From Chicago to Hong Kong Via Istanbul the Talking Tong Dirty rats thru' prohibition Money flowed thru gangsterism Acting out his fantasy In Hollywoods vicinity The best part for the best rendition Al Capone he sent to prison Citizen Kane came fast and quickly Conquerin ol' New York City Poking fun at superstition Media became television Give me Cagney any day Or Jimmy Stewart for President Or Edward 'G' and all those guys Who always shoot between the eyes Between the eyes Between the eyes
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother Chances could call, and accept that, be no other Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population Father love do you work, do you work for Mother Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other Media Kings give us now give us total movie Now being here, being now, being here believing
One on one to talk to you Like film stars they get close to you You've mirrored his appeal He wants you so, he wants to be beside you Then you pass by giving him the other side of you Like the mystics do So that every time he moves, he moves for you Soul and light can always see The meeting of true love and she This silent night and I, I guess a lonely mind might see I've seen love on the screen I've seen a screen goddesss and me, ohhh How often this, how often, this the power of you And so, I must confess Whatever I see I'm meant to be there with you With you with you, with you, with you
Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints Stardom greats I've followed closely Closer than the nearest heartbeat Longer that expected - they were great Oh love, oh love, just to see them Acting on the silver screen, oh my Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan Fantasy would fill my life and I Love fantasy so much Did you see in the morning light I really talked, yes I did, to Gods early dawning light And I was privileged to be, as I am to this day To be with you. To be with you. To be with you. To be with you. To be with you.
Turn up the volume so you can hear the crispness.....
State of life may I live, may I love Coming out the sky, I name me a name Coming out silver word "What it is?" It is the very nature of the sound the game Siamese, Indionese to Tibet treat the life As a game, if you please
Coming up carabi this sense of freedom Derives from a medative state Movin' on, believe that's it, call it magic Third world, it is I only guessed it
Shablam idi shablam ida Shablam idi shablam ida Shablam idi shablam ida
Shot to the soul the flame of Oroladin The essence of the word The state of independence
Sounds like a signal from you Bring me to meet your sound And I will bring you to my heart
Love like a signal you call Touching my body, my soul Bring to me, you to meet me here
Home be the temple of your heart Home be the body of your love Just like holy water to my lips
Hey, hey, yes I do know how I survive Yes I do know why I m alive To love to be with you Day by, day by, day by day
Hey, hey Say aye yaya oh Yayah yaya oh Be the sound of higher love today
Hey, hey, time, time again, it is said We will hear, we will see See it all in his wisdom hear His truth will abound the land This truth will abound the land
This state of independence shall be This state of independence shall be Time, time again, it is said We will hear, we will see
See it all in his wisdom hear His truth will abound the land This truth will abound the land This state of independence shall be
This state of independence shall be This state of independence shall be This state of independence shall be This state of independence shall be This state of independence shall be
And of course this will lead to Jarre and Mike Oldfield and Tangerine Dream... etc.
"If it turns out that President Barack Obama can make a deal with the most intransigent, hard-line, unreasonable, totalitarian mullahs in the world but not with Republicans? Maybe he’s not the problem."
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