Boxed

Boxed
  1. Editar - Tubular Bells (Part 1)
  2. Editar - Tubular Bells (Part 2)
  3. Editar - The Rio Grande
  4. Editar - Portsmouth
  5. Editar - In Dulci Jubilo
  6. Editar - Hergest Ridge (Part 1)
  7. Editar - Hergest Ridge (Part 2)
  8. Editar - An Extract from Star's End
  9. Editar - Argiers
  10. Editar - Speak (Tho You Only Say Farewell)
  11. Editar - Ommadawn (Part 1)
  12. Editar - Ommadawn (Part 2)
  13. Editar - The Phaeacian Games
  14. Editar - First Excursion

Tubular Bells (Part 2) - Editar

The Hallway. From The Outside An Ordinary House. A Great House, True. 483 Rooms, Each One With Its Own Marble Wash Bassin And Douche. Bide As It's Known. But Inside ... And The Positions Are Reversed. A Human Failing, Some Say A Disease, But A Disease That Sir Francis Dashwood Knew And Used Well. Upstairs, Inside And A Revelation, It's A Discotheque. No, No, Err ... There Are Paintings ... Real ... And Look Here! A Rare 17th Century Masterpiece. And If I Can Scrape A Little Of It Off, Beneath I Can Find Hidden ... A 14th Century Underpiece. Made Entirely Of Tiny Pieces Of Eggshell. This Lurid Work Has Caused Controvesary In The World Of Embroidery And Anthropology. No, I'll Say It Again; Anthropolopology. No Quite Possibly Making Anthropole. No, I Mean An Epilog ... It Has Enthralled Distinguished Professors And In Laymans Language, It's Blinking Well Buffling, But To Be More Obtusely; Buggered If I Know. Yes, Buggered IF I Know. And That's All We've Been So Far. From Experts In 14th Century Painting Renaissance Greengrocers, And Recently Revived Members Of The Public. Buggered If I Know. Vivian Stanshall, About 3 O'clock In The Morning, Oxfordshire 1973. Goodnight!

The Rio Grande - Editar

We're homeward bound across the blue sea. Going home. We're homeward bound across the blue sea, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country. The sails are unfold and the anchor's aweigh. Going home. She yeilds to the breeze as she gathers her way, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country. We're homeward bound across the blue sea. Going home. We're homeward bound across the blue sea, And we're come from the old country. And away, love, away. Going home. We're homeward bound this very day, And we're come from the old country.

Speak (Tho You Only Say Farewell) - Editar

Speak, vision of the night, Tell me why you haunt me so. Speak, heaven morning light, Whisper all my heart would know. Dawn, ever finds you gone Back to where the shadows dwell. Speak, my beloved, speak, Tho' you only say farewell. When doubts and fears cause their tears that blind me, Why be down if you've come to find me? Speak to me and I'll follow, Leaving all the wold behind me. Can those eyes, calm and wise, deceive me? While I still know the thrill of your Mystic shade, dare fade and leave me, Arms high and low. Speak, vision of the night, Tell me why you haunt me so. Speak, heaven morning light, Whisper all my heart would know. Dawn, ever finds you gone Back to where the shadows dwell. Speak, my beloved, speak, Tho' you only say farewell. Speak! Speak!

Ommadawn (Part 1) - Editar

Abyul Annie Id Yadored En Yab Na Logga Toch No Awed Tor May On Ommadawn Egg Kyowl Ommadawn Egg Kyowl Aaahhheeaahh Kyowl

Ommadawn (Part 2) - Editar

I like beer, and I like cheese I like the smell of a westerly breeze But what I like more than all of these Is to be on horseback Hey and away we go Through the grass, across the snow Big brown beastie, big brown face I'd rather be with you than flying through space. I like thunder, and I like rain And open fires, and roaring flames. But if the thunder's in my brain, I'd like to be on horseback Some like the city, some the noise Some make chaos, and others, toys. But if I was to have the choice, I'd rather be on horseback. Chorus Some find it strange to be here, On this small planet, and who knows where. But when it's strange and full of fear, It's nice to be on horseback. Some are short, and others tall, Some hit their heads against the wall. But it doesn't really matter at all, When you happen to be on horseback. Chorus So if you you feel a little glum, To Hergest Ridge you should come. In summer, winter, rain or sun, It's good to be on horseback. Chorus Chorus You know, I'd rather be on horseback.

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