The Centre of the Cyclone by Alchemeon, from Alchemeon Live In Session Spring 2009.
THE CENTRE OF THE CYCLONE In forlorn castles too brief for living We rose to catch the sun but were defeated Just around the corner beyond the eyes Beyond the skies we set ourselves as real Like spaceships casting cosmic lines Left behind with stars strewn from our astral selves And planets in our eyes
You walk along the road of life Too high to see the mountain you are climbing Casting seeds and scrolls from our outstretched hands The forgiven forget of the gift And it’s too late, the ladder stretches up and down And where do you stand in perspective to it all?
Can you imagine a place A space where you have not been before But which is not new to you? A place you can recall softly Push through bad dreams Make it real, remember Complications contradict but reality sticks And unbounded has its realms In everything you see
Yes, what do you see? Push through the dark vales to the sea Cast your cosmic line wherever it may fall Maybe you will find some higher guidance there Or maybe you will find a place where you may truly rest Maybe you will find some friends who love you the best
Listen Listen Listen
The tides of swirling memories Are nearly gone but forgotten Would you choose to beg or lose The axis which you hold onto Thirteen is the number, twelve it is the rite Thirteen red eyed ravens Outside the house til night
Outward, outward on out Cast light, cast light about Outward, outward on out Look out, which way is far out?
Petty wages are falling like leaves Calling the master to apprenticeship again Will he recall the time, the chimes of freedom Blowing through his keyhole Step down from your pedestal and mingle once again With the crowds that you shunned as a youth
At the centre of the cyclone Where all our thoughts are real You’re cacooned in your mental egg Imprisoned inside your head
When you look out the bars you’ve made Can you maybe follow a little way To see there are no more shackles to pass Yet more fresh air, green fields and grass
And we are like the butterfly Cannot take off, our wings aren’t dry But soon if we shall heed the guides The caterpillar metamorphosise
Words and music by Simon Miller. This arrangement by S. Miller/G. Davies/J. Peters/Iggy.
Performers: Pok the Bard – guitar and voice Jim Iz – keys and voice Iggy – drums and percussion George – bass and technicals
This version recorded live at Sound Gallery, Exeter, 22nd February 2009. Cassette salvage and remastering at Wud Records Studio One, 2020.
Released worldwide September 14, 2020. Original release date: 10th April 2009.
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