Pictures At An Exhibition Medley - Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Модест Петрович Мусоргский

Promenade

Lead me from tortured dreams

Childhood themes of nights alone

Wipe away endless years

Childhood tears as dry as stone

From seeds of confusion

Illusions dark blossoms have grown

Even now in furrows of sorrow

The doubt still is sown

My life’s course is guided

Decided by limits drawn

On charts of my past days

And pathways since I was born

The Sage

I carry the dust of a journey

That cannot be shaken away

It lives deep within me

For I breathed it every day

You and I are yesterday’s answers;

The earth of the past come to flesh

Eroded by Time’s rivers

To the shapes we now possess

Come share of my breath and my substance

And mingle our streams and our times

In bright, infinite moments

Our reasons are lost in our rhymes

The Curse of Baba Yaga

Double faces dark defense

Talk too loud but talk no sense

Yeah I see those smiling eyes

Butter us up with smiling lies

Talk to creatures raise the dead

Fate you know sure got fed

Trained apart from houses of stone

Whores and hustlers pick the bone

The Great Gates of Kiev

Come forth, from love’s fire

Born in life’s fire

Born in life’s fire

Come forth, from love’s fire

In the burning, of our yearning

For life to be

And in pain there must be gain

New life!

Stirring in, salty streams

And dark hidden seams

Where the fossil sun gleams

They were, sent from the gates

Ride the tides of fate

Ride the tides of fate

They were, sent from the gates

In the burning all are yearning

For life to be

There’s no end to my life

No beginning to my death

Death is life