EPIC POLLARD

Lyric Sheet # No. 1




THE ALCHEMIST

 

The master alchemist scurries downstairs

flicks a switch and does away with his cares

In the red glow of subdued lights he does his magic

Plies his arcane trade, conjures up images fantastic


Says:

 

"Adams is my guide

and 'Chrome's my creed

I cast my spells,

made your memories sweet"

 

Fumes fill the room as he stirs his blends

They make his head spin, yet he does not relent

Familiar faces appear on canvases once white

hung on the line to dry, "'tis time you flied!"

  

"Adams is my guide

and 'Chrome's my creed

I cast my spells,

made your memories sweet"

 

Friends and family smile down at him in rows

of frozen moments and silver-framed mementos

Wondering: "How did I get here and who did it?"

He just says: "That's a secret, only I shall keep it"




CRUMPET

  

I'm a thinking man, would you be my crumpet?

I'd cuddle you in my warm and moist armpit.




SOMETHING TO WRITE HOME ABOUT

 

Pick up from where you left off, early on

Reverse time's honest theft, thoughts hereon

Make the time of your life

Get a degree and a wife

 

Made the time of my life

Got the degree and even a wife

 

Finally, something to write home about

Made all around me feel so proud

Finally, something to write home about

Made all around me feel so proud

 

Here I stand, prepped up and skilled

All conceivable dreams fulfilled

 

Finally, something to write home about

Made all around me feel so proud

Finally, something to write home about

Made all around me feel so proud


Pick a book, study up, but not for fun

My work's my pleasure, no news under the Sun

Stake the time of your life

Claim the spoils and lose the wife

 

Staked the time of my life

Claimed the spoils, lost the wife

 

Still, got something to write home about

Staked it all so I'd feel proud

Still, got something to write home about

Staked it all so I'd feel proud

 

Where I stand, I see vast riches galore

Rake it in, never become a bore

 

Still, got something to write home about

Staked it all so I'd feel proud

Still, got something to write home about

Staked it all so I'd feel proud

 

Lie down, reflect and take a deep breath

Look 'round you and what's in your head

Fake the time of your life

While walls crumble, end is nigh

 

Faked the time of my life

Walls crumbled, end was nigh

 

Got nothing to write home about

Faked it all, don't feel so proud

Got nothing to write home about

Faked it all, don't feel so proud

 

Where I lie, I see times gone by

Illusions of a jewel-lit sky

 

Got nothing to write home about

Faked it all, don't feel so proud

Got nothing to write home about

Faked it all, don't feel so proud

 

You see all work's fruit and no life

There's a bitter taste, should've kept the wife

Took the time of your life

All that's left is a resigned sigh...




SUMMER

  

Have you ever seen the sweet summer's air

toss grasses like a maiden's morning hair?

Have you ever heard the birds' early song

making you wish for a season long?

 

Nature's revelry in the short glory of a brief long day

'War's over', they herald

'It's summer', they say

'It's summer', they say

 

Have you ever tasted the coolest waters

from a spring, healing your bodily bothers?

Have you ever smelled the earthy peat

mixed with malt, it's heady treat?

 

Men dance around pyres, kindling the fires in their souls

and the love grown cold

'Now or never', hear the moans

'Now or never', hear the moans

 

Have you ever felt the sand 'tween your toes

of bronze feet and their carefree host?

Have you ever pained yourself in knowing

summer won't be there where you're going?

 

Who's on our doorstep, old enemy of day, come to take it away

Made the most of the least

'Summer's a goner, make way'

'Summer's a goner, make way'




PARTISAN SONG 

(PART I)

Have you heard that age-old story of empty cans?

To whose war-beat people would prance and dance

 

It goes

 

Rally under Our banner for Everything that's Good

and against All that is Evil

After all, it is We who best know how you should

Choose your Values and most rightly feel

 

Cast away your old beliefs, tear down the Walls of Jericho

and those who built it

Deface those ancient reliefs, and sculpt those Bulls, oh

So damn thinly gilded

 

BUT

 

Don't you dare peel that golden paint

For you might uncover a rotten taint

Of two-faced pleasantness, smiley-covered

staff-and-suit ugliness

 

Never listen to those who are so neatly proven wrong

By pamphlet, half-wit argument and a hateful song

For We are many and They are few

thus Our Way must be True

 

After the Great Flood only purity shall remain

in our grand enlightened domain

And if someone should question our new Order

Please, kindly escort them to the Border

 

---

 

Written word is all well and good

as far as all that's written isn't rude

Oh, do make a case, lay the foundations of logic

stir up all hell and add a slight

Soon you shall be smitten with all our crude might

 

How ever strong our front may appear, it's only a rank deep

and a file long

Following high-strung ministers of Faith so highly touted

By praise of their good fellow believers emboldened

 

The final battle is at hand (and the next one is 'round the corner)

Once again! Strike up your band, charge into the fray

Brothers and sisters, take a stand, make the heathens pay

For all their insolence...

 

Do you now hear that age-old story of empty cans?

To whose war-beat people so prance and dance

 

PROMISE

(PART II)

 

One day the morn may shine upon us

Lifting dawn's mist fallen at dusk

But not with foemen lurking in the shadows

In every home, fellowship and our green meadows

 

Stay sharp, stay vigilant and have your sword at the ready

May our Conscience be your Guide and Companion, ever steady

May we Provide for your needs and you us with Good Deeds

May our Foes perish, listen not to their dying plead

 

"Only freedom I cherish...", it echoes in smold'ring suburbs

The call goes unheeded as the Golden Horde perturbs,

uproots the Unneeded and so shall the worthless be weeded

 

Victory is seemingly at hand, yet something's amiss

Every enemy's been vanquished, conquer'd and squish'd

Tribute must be paid to Fear whose name may be 'Horde'

Every odd stone must be upturned, their weight taken onboard

 

Well, hasn't it been said:

"The show must go on"

An enemy makes the bed-mate

of revolution

 

REMEMBER

(PART III)

 

The final battle is at hand (and the next one is 'round the corner)

Once again! Strike up your band, charge into the fray

Brothers and sisters, take a stand, make the heathens pay

For all their insolence...

 

Rally under Our banner for Everything that's Good

and against All that is Evil

After all, it is We who best know how you should

Choose your Values and most rightly feel

 

It is the age-old song of empty cans

To whose war-beat people still do prance and dance.





THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME


COMPOSED, ARRANGED & PERFORMED BY LAURI KUMPULAINEN

LYRICS WRITTEN BY TUOMO SAVOLAINEN

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