MIRTHRANDIR - For You The Old Women [full album]

Artist: Mirthrandir Album: “For You The Old Women“ 1976 Genre: Symphonic Progressive Rock / Eclectic Prog Label: Syn-Phonic Country: US 1. For You The Old Women (0:00) 2. Conversation With Personality Giver (8:12) 3. Light Of The Candle (13:50) 4. Number Six (18:13) 5. For Four (23:20) Robert Arace - drums James Miller - bass, flute Simon Gannett - keyboards, vocals John Vislocky III - lead vocals, trumpet Richard Excellente - guitar Alexander Romanelli - guitar Album available directly from: =sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1345982006&sr=8-1&keywords=mirthrandir “FOR YOU THE OLD WOMEN“ (A Negative and Positive View in Retrospect) For you, my fears are your delights I thinking twice before, now I’m surely sure Crities of Christ J. J. Kidd turns my mind, dear red tide swallow me Much confusion dealing with the abstract mind Life’s trail for three to free This time we share our lives - Father of light Seen through these eyes - We were blind Compromise - Now we see Realize the air we breathe - All we be As one endlessly ... - Endlessly Free desire has left you now Need be alone not anymore Thought you always knew how, in the day you stand your trial Know it’s just a lonely dream Free desire has left you now Need be alone not anymore I can tell by the clothes you wear Your salvations’ demise, a serpent in your father’s eyes. Desire’s just a lonely ... “CONVERSATION WITH PERSONALITY GIVER“ (Talk Betwixt Maker and Taker) Three thousand years I’ve called thee. “Watch child, hear my silent prayer, All whole within your solid being.“ “My silent prayer has grown.“ I find we raised our own hell. “Seek light, rejoice your being, A gift, a chance, I give you. Dwell near, remember always me.“ A conscious thought I throw, How could I’ve ever krown Hell? “LIGHT OF THE CANDLE“ (Account of a Gentleman who told me he was Christ) Lost in the dark of the windmill sound Want of a friendship, the shine of a crown, I’ll only belive you when your hair’s on fire, And your name’s on the lips of the needed town crier. Lost in the dark of the windmill sound Want of a friendship, the shine of a crown, I’ll only belive you when your hair’s on fire, Written in blood, the newfound Messiah. The candle put out still returns to mind The schizoid Jesus returns North to find If sanity was lost to stories still not proven false And he alone knows the truth, an oath before the cross. “NUMBER SIX“ Instrumental “FOR FOUR“ (Concerning Four Women) It wasn’t long ago I was told the myth all around him He crossed the bridges slow, and hiding his tracks behind him --- Call Begone! The near death ghost thumbed through the pages A book of ancient thought Returning to his prior state, answering the call The threetold junta of modern time Destroyed the will of his witty design The way they stared with tearlined eyes Burn a hole right through his life An early death Rebirth came too soon, two late, four much Your sitting high crown glows like lights in a carnival Show me how to live, I’ll show you how to be A giant god hands down Your tower flag broke, I fell in your joke, no longer God damn the lite I lett from my peers You helped me through a dying time, killed my fears Don’t you die on me. I’ll fall apart Take my life Don’t you die on me I’ll fall apart Take my life Take my life