Days of future passed
Vydáno: original listopad 1967 (Deram Records),
Sestava skupiny, spolupráce
Graeme Edge - Drums, Vocals
Justin Hayward - Guitars, Vocals
John Lodge - Bass, Vocals
Mike Pinder - Keyboards, Vocals
Ray Thomas - Flutes, Vocals
Peter Knight - Concductor
The London Festival Orchestra - řídí Peter Knight
Hudbu (orchestrální části) složil Redwave-Knight
Vydané singly:
![Tuesday Afternoon (Forever Afternoon)/Another Morning](img/singl02.jpg) Nights In White Satin/Cities Listopad 1967 |
![Nights In White Satin/Cities](img/singl01.jpg) Tuesday Afternoon/Another Morning Červenec 1968 |
Texty písní:
The Day Begins
(Redwave, Knight)
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.
Dawn: Dawn Is A feeling
(Mike Pinder)
Dawn is a feeling
A beautiful ceiling
The smell of grass
Just makes you pass
Into a dream
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
You look around you
Things they astound you
So breathe in deep
You're not asleep
Open your mind
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
Do you understand
That all over this land
There's a feeling
In minds far and near
Things are becoming clear
With a meaning
Now that you're knowing
Pleasure starts flowing
It's true life flies
Faster than eyes
Could ever see
You're here today
No future fears
This day will last
A thousand years
If you want it to
The Morning: Another Morning
(Ray Thomas)
Balloons flying
Children sighing
What a day to go kite flying
Breezy school
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Fishes biting
So exciting
Lunchtime sounds so inviting
At the bill
He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching Bobby Quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children playing
They seem so wise
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are her dream
In cotton frocks
And golden locks
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Lunch Break: Peak Hour
(John Lodge)
I see it all through my window it seems
Never failing like millions of bees
All that is wrong
No time will be won
All they need to do-o-o-o
What can be done?
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
It makes me want to run out and tell them
They've got time
Take a step back out
And look in at their debt
And their time
Minds are subject to what should be done
Problem solved, time cannot be won
One hour a day
One hour at night
Sees crowds of people
All meant for flight
Peak hour, peak hour, peak hour
The Afternoon: Forever Afternoon (Tuesday?)
(Justin Hayward)
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
I'm looking at myself, reflections of my mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind,
So gently swaying thru the fairy-land of love,
If you'll just come with me and see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see,
Now I'm on my way,
It doesn't matter to me,
Chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.
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Evening: Time To Get Away
John Lodge
Evening has come to pass
The time of day doesn't last
Evening has earned its place today
I'm tired of working away
Working, living it brings
Only way to have those things
Toiling has bought too many tears
Turn round all those past years
Evening time to get away
Evening time to get away
Evening time to get away
Till next day
Live all you people
You can see where you're at
It doesn't really hurt you
So that can depend
Evening time to get away
Live all you people
You can see where you're at
It doesn't really hurt you
So that can depend
Evening time to get away
Evening time to get away
Evening: The Sun Set
(Mike Pinder)
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
See it with your eyes;
Earth re-energized
By the sun's rays every day.
Take a look out there,
Planets everywhere.
When the sun goes down,
And the clouds all frown,
Night has begun for the sunset.
Shadows on the ground;
Never make a sound,
Fading away in the sunset.
Night has now become
Day for everyone.
I can see it all
From this great height.
I can feel the sun
Slipping out of sight;
And the world still goes on
Through the night.
Evening: Twilight Time
(Ray Thomas)
Twilight Time, to dream awhile
In veils of deepening gloom
As fantasy strides over colourful skies
The fog disappearing from view
In twilight time, dream with me awhile
A nightingale plays a dark mellow phrase
Of notes that are rich and so true
An aerial display by the firefly brigade
Dancing to tunes no one knew
In twilight time, dream with me awhile
In twilight time, dream with me awhile
Building castles in the air
Whistling to the wind
As nature bows down her head
See what tomorrow brings
Twilight time, dream with me awhile
Bats take to wing, like puppets on string
Prancing in cool evening air
In a sightless glide, no reason to hide
Away from the sun's blinding stare
In twilight time, dream with me awhile
In twilight time, dream with me awhile
The Night: Nights In White Satin
(Justin Hayward and Graeme Edge)
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,
And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.
Late Lament
(Graeme Edge)
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???.
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