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    Rush 2112 текст песни

    2112

    I. Overture

    And the meek shall inherit the earth.

    II. Temples of Syrinx

    … «The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every
    Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single
    Facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our
    Music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the
    Priests…»

    We’ve taken care of everything
    The words you hear the songs you sing
    The pictures that give pleasure to you eyes.

    It’s one for all and all for one
    We work together common sons
    Never need to wonder how or why.

    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

    Look around this world we made
    Equality our stock in trade
    Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
    Oh what a nice contented world
    Let the banners be unfurled
    Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand.

    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
    We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

    III. Discovery

    … «Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath
    The cave, I found it. I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up,
    Holding it reverently in my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was
    Beautiful» …
    … «I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make
    Them sound differently. As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced
    My first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be
    From the music of the Temples! I can’t wait to tell the priests about it! …»

    What can this strange device be?
    When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
    It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
    What can this thing be that I found?

    See how it sings like a sad heart
    And joyously screams out its pain
    Sounds that build high like a mountain
    Or notes that fall gently like rain.

    I can’t wait to share this new wonder
    The people will all see its light
    Let them all make their own music
    The Priests praise my name on this night.

    IV. Presentation

    … «In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of
    Grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent
    Voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall.» …
    … «Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet
    Rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. I watched in shock and horror
    As Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet…»

    I know it’s most unusual
    To come before you so
    But I’ve found an ancient miracle
    I thought that you should know

    Listen to my music
    And hear what it can do
    There’s something here as strong as life
    I know that it will reach you.

    Yes, we know it’s nothing new
    It’s just a waste of time
    We have no need for ancient ways
    The world is doing fine

    Another toy will help destroy
    The elder race of man
    Forget about your silly whim
    It doesn’t fit the plan.

    I can’t believe you’re saying
    These things just can’t be true
    Our world could use this beauty
    Just think what we might do.

    Listen to my music
    And hear what it can do
    There’s something here as strong as life
    I know that it will reach you.

    Don’t annoy us further
    We have our work to do.
    Just think about the average
    What use have they for you?

    Another toy will help destroy
    The elder race of man
    Forget about your silly whim
    It doesn’t fit the plan.

    V. Oracle: The Dream

    … «I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. Clearly
    Yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the
    Staircase» …
    … «I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities and the pure
    Spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. I was overwhelmed
    By both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a
    Way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. I saw now how
    Meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things …»

    I wandered home though the silent streets
    And fell into a fitfull sleep
    Escape to realms beyond the night
    Dream can’t you show me the light?

    I stand atop a spiral stair
    An oracle confronts me there
    He leads me on light years away
    Through astral nights, galactic days

    I see the works of gifted hands
    That grace this strange and wondrous land
    I see the hand of man arise
    With hungry mind and open eyes

    They left the planet long ago
    The elder race still learn and grow
    Their power grows with purpose strong
    To claim the home where they belong
    Oh, to tear the Temples down…
    Oh, to change..

    VI. Soliloquy

    … «I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my
    Total despair. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. I
    Can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other
    Place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of
    My dream, and know peace at last.»

    The sleep is still in my eyes
    The dream is still in my head
    I heave a sigh and sadly smile
    And lie a while in bed
    I wish that it might come to pass
    Not fade like all my dreams

    Just think of what my life might be
    In a world like I have seen
    I don’t think I can carry on
    Carry on this cold and empty life
    Oh…noo.

    My spirits are low in the depths of despair
    My lifeblood spills over..

    VII. The Grand Finale

    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation
    We have assumed control.
    We have assumed control.
    We have assumed control.



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