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It was a strange dream
It took my heart from me
And though it did seem
To end my misery
I could still see where
My life was headin' for
A voice cried beware
Your fate's behind the door

And now I'm still lost
In my dream of fear
It's the end for me
Somewhere in the frost
On the seam of my mind
Waits my destiny
Don't think I've gone there today

It was a strange dream
The dark eye stead to me
They had a deep clean
Reflecting fantasy
Then out of nowhere
There came a voice to me
It said this nightmare
Will be reality

And now I'm still lost
In my dream of fear
It's the end for me
Somewhere in the frost
On the seam of my mind
Waits my destiny

Don't think of gone love again

Gotta' find a way home somehow

Lost in infinite sleep somewhere

 

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Grinning demons, smiling sideways
Laughing in my face
Here within my troubled sleep
There's such a lonely place
Running fast but never moving
I can't get away
Strange but realistic objects
Making me their prey

Then it's gone as fast as it came
Evil dream
Changing like the sun turn to rain
It would seem

La la la la la

Dining with the gods of beauty
On a distant shore
Tasting fruits of untold sweetness
Never seen before
Dancing stars with crystal voices
Beckon with their eyes
Unicorn of many colours
Rides to paradise

Then it's gone as fast as it came
Peaceful scene
Changing like the sun turns to rain
It would seem

La la la la la

Sleepless nights that last a lifetime
Crucify my head
Dreams of peace and then disaster
Wish that I were dead
Looking for the end of darkness
Seeking out the day
For escape with speed unthought of
Bearing me away

Then it's gone as fast as it came
Peaceful scene
Changing like the sun turns to rain
It would seem

La la la la la

Come into my dream

Songwriters: PAUL NEWTON

 

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Was only seventeen
I fell in love with a gypsy queen
She told me "hold on"
Her father was the leading man
Said "you're not welcome on our land"
And then as a foe, he told me to go

He took me to a little shack
And put a whip across my back
Then told her "leave me"
I was out for quite a time
Came back with her on my mind
Sweet little girl
She means all the world

Ah

Oh, I want my gypsy queen
Will she still be torn between
Her father and lover
One day I will go to him
Strong enough to fight and win
The kind of a man
That he'll understand

Ah
Ah
Ah

Songwriters: DAVID GARRICK, MICK BOX

 

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He was the wizard of a thousand kings
And I chanced to meet him one night wandering
He told me tales, and he drank my wine
Me and my magic man kinda feelin' fine

He had a cloak of gold and eyes of fire
And as he spoke, I felt a deep desire
To free the world from it's fear and pain
And help the people to feel free again

Why don't we listen to the voices in our hearts
'Cause then I know we'd find that we're not so far apart
Everybody's got to be happy, everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring

So spoke the wizard in his mountain home
The vision of his wisdom means we'll never be alone
And I will dream of my magic night
And the million silver stars that guide me with their light

Written by Paul Hardcastle

 

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I see you running
Don't know what you're running from
Nobody's coming
What do you do that was so wrong
Look back and turn back, look at yourself
Don't be afraid just look at yourself
If you need assistance
Or if all you need is love
There's no point in hidin'
Tell me what you're frightened of
You've got a friend, just look at yourself
Don't be afraid, just look at yourself
Look back and turn back, look at yourself
Don't be afraid, just look at yourself

Songwriters: KEN HENSLEY

 

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This is the benchmark.
If you can get kinda close to this, you're a drummer.
If not, You're a metronome....

 

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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me
My face spill so gently into your eyes
Disturbing the waters of our lives
Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your memories are not real
With sadness on your shoulders like a worn-out overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope
The daybreak is your midnight, the colours have all died
Disturbing the waters of our lives,
Of our lives, lives, lives
Songwriters: Gregory Lake... RIP

 

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He had white horses and ladies by the score
All dressed in satin and waiting by the door
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
White lace and feathers, they made up his bed
A gold covered mattress on which he was laid
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
He went to fight wars for his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory, the people would sing
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
A bullet had found him, his blood ran as he cried
No money could save him, so he laid down and died
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
Songwriters: Gregory Lake... RIP

 

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"Tarkus"

[I. Eruption]

[instrumental]

[II. Stones of Years]

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,

How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?

You can't hear anything at all.

[III. Iconoclast]

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[IV. Mass]

The preacher said a prayer.
Save every single hair on his head.
He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived too late to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!

The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting every sin that he could
So good...

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!

A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!

The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!

[V. Manticore]

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[VI. The Battlefield]

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children fall.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?

Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.

Every blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be no sorrow,
Be no pain.

[VII. Aquatarkus]

 

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Blasting, billowing, bursting forth
With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes
Man with his flaming pyre
Has conquered the wayward breezes

Climbing to tranquility
Far above the cloud
Conceiving the heavens
Clear of misty shroud

Higher and higher
Now we've learned to play with fire
Go higher and higher and higher

Vast vision must improve our sight
Perhaps at last we'll see and end
To our homes endless blight
And the beginning of the free

Climb to tranquility
Finding its real worth
Conceiving the heavens
Florishing on earth

Higher and higher
Now we've learned to play with fire
Go higher and higher and higher

Songwriters: GRAEME EDGE

 

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Never thought I'd live to be a hundred
I never thought I'd get to the thingsThat all those other sons do, and they do.
I never thought I'd ever have my freedom
An age ago my maker was refusing me
The pleasure of the view
Songwriters: Justin Hayward

 

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[greenmachine17]

Interesting. .just sent link to my brother..Bonzo style drummer back in the day. Good too !

 

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A gypsy of a strange and distant time
Traveling in panic, all direction blind
Aching for the warmth of a burning sun
Freezing in the emptiness of where he'd come from
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Left without a hope of coming home
Speeding through a shadow of a million years
Darkness is the only sound to reach his ears
Frightening him with the visions of eternity
Screaming for the future that can never be
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Left without a hope of coming home

Written by Justin Hayward

 

[greenmachine17]

 

[greenmachine17]

Huh? What are you talkin' about Green?
Metal detectors in High School?
We had rifles and shotguns in our pickups.
Proudly displayed in rear window racks...

Yeahhhhh NO..in Brooklyn? ?? In the '70s ??? Not a chance..lol..Cops kids,wiseguys kids,Crews, gangs..oh yeahhhhh. .guns woulda definitely made things..ummm...more interesting. .

 

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Damn REDD, I haven't seen that particular video before.
It does a fairly lame job of explaining the basics of drumming to the layperson. Kinda.

Do you really wanna know how/why Bonham was such a badass?
It doesn't take some metrosexual explaining it to you.

He was loud and precise. VERY loud and VERY precise.
He listened to what Jones and Page were doing, and laid the foundation of the music.
He had great chops. He should not be compared to anyone. PERIOD.
There, THAT's why and how Bonzo kicked total aisse.

Bonham is why I play drums.
Yeah, when I was a kid, I wanted to be Bonzo.

 

[daleron]

 

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Bonham could feel the music and drive the bus.



Then as it was, then again it will be
And though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go

Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody
And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody
The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby
Did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time
And you knew you would

Through the eyes an' I sparkle
Senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way
See your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes
Didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest
The nest is in our soul

Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face
The way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'

I'm never gonna leave you
I never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on

Songwriters: JIMMY PAGE, ROBERT PLANT