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Lyrics & Sound Samples Ice and Stone Prometheus Scatters Ashes Red Sands of Mars Train to Paris Postcards in the Rain Where Glass Birds Fly Ancient Incubus 
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Ice In Stone - Real Audio via theorchard.com
Upon the moon -
Ice in stone
Alone I stand
To carry on . . .
It’s not a dream
Time’s warped encyclopedia
Time’s distressed, rebellious daughter
Unfurled in deepest water . . .
It’s not a dream
The great silence is threatening
The only letter’s opening
The only door’s now closing . . .
It’s not a dream
All lines are read and seen
When we discover
Why we’ve been
Oblivious . . .
It’s not a dream!
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Prometheus Scatters Ashes ** - Real Audio/mono
There he was, waiting for you,
You had waited for so long
In his mind, a present for you
In his eyes, a song
The waters rang like echoes
Of a past most true
The air was clear
As azure blue
Count on what
You can see through
Count on what
You can see through . . .
Waters deep, cleanse my soul
Knowledge spent on Rock ‘n’ Roll
These are promises from which we try to escape
Mountains steep, like shadows on an ant’s landscape
You cast down,
Rise up, there’s more . . .
Cast down, Rise up, there’s more . . . oh, there's more!
Prometheus flew by, scattering ashes
Jung and Freud tallied up their loses
Marie Antoinette, you were,
Said a would-be prophet
We all must rise
We all must rise
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Red Sands of Mars *** - Real Audio/mono
All our days were spent,
All our money gone . . .
The moon dipped low,
I looked to you to be strong!
Our sights were set on Yesterday . . .
We used to sing along,
We set the clocks back
To where we once belonged
Purple skies,
Red sands of Mars . . .
We’ve gone beyond gazing at the stars!
There’s no time to hang out at bars!
It’s late!
We wait . . .
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Train to Paris ** - Real Audio/mono
On the train to Paris
Ghosts of ancient France
Fill your voice when you are speaking,
Fill your footsteps when you dance
Onyx cigarette holder
In a white, gloved hand
Like a Lautrec painting
Or a bright cabaret band
You were captivating
In your latest play
What ever happened to that young man?
It’s so hard to make them stay
You say you’d like to meet him
On the Paris train
You say that lovers all are different,
But you treat them all the same
Powder only dulls you
Watch the glitter run
Just a little another movie, sweetheart
And my life’s work will be done
Went to see Fellini
In ancient Rome
He wouldn’t have you in his movies
Wouldn’t have you in his home
(An optional, unrecorded verse . . .
On the train to Paris
In your cabin all alone
Reflecting on that silver stairway
And when you climbed it, how you shone!)
In a gown of fiery satin
Waiting for the cue . . .
Do you remember backstage lovers?
Were any of them ever true?
I remember roses
By the backstage door
They always brought me shiny presents
I always needed one thing more . . .
. . . always....
o n e t h i n g m o r e !
First they use you, they abuse you
Then they want you back . . .
Pristine . . . Untouched!
On the train to Paris
Ghosts of ancient France
Fill your voice when you are speaking,
Fill your footsteps when you dance . . . I
....
r e m e m b er !
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Postcards in the Rain ** - Real Audio/mono
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
When the day gives way to night,
He will not hide . . . he does not hide
And when his time, his time has come
A strange wind blows, but no one knows
Who sold his post cards in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
Viennese cafe bright
Shudders in silence at the sight
I watched the Beast, so unaware . . .
He was so cold, but not too old
To sell his postcards in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
The monster knows the game of time
Just when to act, just how to find
The subtle way to grasp the day
Within his realm, he's passed away
To rise again -- we know not when!
The Dark Prince resides upon the Earth again,
So Jesus and the angels and the Saints will rescue us!
They surely must -- and we will rise beyond the skies,
But those who stay, they must collapse within his grasp --
There's a choice to be made!
Did you know the worst can happen once again?
In the rain . . . in the rain
In the rain . . . in the rain . . .
He sold his postcards in the rain!
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Where Glass Birds Fly **
Garden, empty garden
Where glass birds fly
Flowers disappearing
Petals slowly die
Wings that sound as winds over willows
Weeping as I'm sleeping
Above us : lonely sky
Shadows of the moon
Over sad one
Sitting in her open tomb
In a storm cloud watching
Machines obstruct -
and reconstruct the sky
With all her eyes -
the goddess sees the nothingness
The message tossed -
The lost apology
And your bird cannot fly with just one wing -
Your bird cannot fly . . . w i t h j u s t o n e w i n g !
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
Ancient Incubus ** - Real Audio/mono
Subtlety clothes the inner-most power
One Light - delicate flower
Wanton spirits rise -- those despised
Meet their maker,
Find All Light is for the taker . . .
Warm sun on beaches that are no more
Soft moon shining on living fur
Primitive fate tempts Excalibur
Eyes of night, creatures in flight
Life as we know it, becomes a blur
One light - all lamps are we
Dusk to dust, mite or mighty, the root of tree
Ancient Incubus, for shame,
Inherits inverted ecstasy
Warm sun on beaches that are no more
Soft moon shining on living fur
Primitive fate tempts Excalibur
Eyes of night, creatures in flight
Life as we know it, becomes a blur . . .
One Light - All Lamps Are We!
Dusk to dust, mite or mighty, the root of tree
Ancient Incubus, for shame,
Inherits inverted ecstasy . . .
© (p) 1997, Xyra Harper-Cann - All Rights Reserved
( ** Cuts appear on the CD album, Where Glass Birds Fly, available
internationally @
U.S. Valley, Amazon.com, The Orchard, IUMA.com,
Soon: Kemp Mill, DragonflyLtd@aol.com, Soon: Orpheus Records,
Olsson's Books and Records, Tower Records Mid-Atlantic - (Bayside,
pending)
, and Phantasmagoria - in the Washington, DC
metropolitan area. )
(*** - These songs appear on X&V's limited edition CD single, recorded at
Omega, and
National Public Radio
studios. The single includes
the RealAudio version of "Ice in Stone", and the full song from which the WAV
version of "Prometheus Scatters Ashes" was made. This single was simulcast
worldwide via VOA, in 1998. Later simulcast was the CD album, Where Glass
Birds Fly - up to the present!)
NOTE : The extremely limited edition of Xyra & Verborgen's 1st CD single,
mentioned above, including Red Sands of Mars, can be purchased by writing
Xyra & Verborgen:
