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Singring And The Glass Guitar
Utopia
An Electrified Fairy Tale)
This is an electrified fairy tale. If you've never heard of an electrified
Once upon a time [not long ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place
fairy tale, just picture little fairies with wee tiny electric guitars.
called Harmony. Everyone in Harmony was happy and this "joie devivre" was
guarded by their invisible patron, the muse Singring. But jealous forces, and
spirit, imprisoning it in [an instrument of glass, locking it in] a chest with
there are always jealous forces in such tales, have conspired to capture the
four keys, and casting the keys to the four corners of the earth so that only
four particularly brave and talented individuals might retrieve them. It is
here that our story begins.
There's a rumor I heard that's going 'round town
Someone's captured Singring, Singring
Down to the old town square
Come hear the news, come hurry on down
See it in his face, tell by his expression
The announcer wipes at his eyes, he's trying to hide
The secret knowledge that claws to escape as he cried
Day of infamy, someone's captur
Now what shall we do, what shall we do now?
And if you take a look around, Harmony is dying
Day of tragedy, someone's captured Singring
Someone trapped the spirit in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar
There's a rumor I heard that's going around
Come hear the summons, hurry on down
Someone's saving Singring, Singring
Down to the village green
Brave adventurers, warriors, and free men
And the spokesman speaks for us all, together we call
Conquer self and so in the end save us all
Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and water
Brave adventurers, come and save us all
And if you fail to win the keys, Harmony is dying
Trapped away forever in a glass guitar
And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar
Having gathered on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
search of the keys. Their quest leads them first to the river's edge.
Lead me to the water
Pass me my flagon of wine
I said show me to the water
I go down to the river and bravely the rapids I row
Quick before I change my mind
Over the falls to the bottomless pool
and it's down to the bottom I go
in search of the first key.
Only one has the courage to dive into the river and brave the bottomless pool
Let the four winds blow icy breath before me
Storms will never keep me from the glass guitar
'Til I find the key that leads me to the glass guitar
Hurricanes may scream, I will never feel it
Only one has the courage to wander the desert [alone] and brave the eternal
winds in search of the second key
Flames can not catch me Blazes never faze me
Fire can never burn me
My sword is tempered, my loins are girded in steel
Barefoot I walk hot coals for a mile
Make my way to the heart of the forest of flames
And if I do my best and don't stop to rest
I may pass the test and capture the key that opens the chest
Only one has the courage to make his way into the forest of flames and br
the fire
I will climb the face of the highest mountain
Whilst Singring calls crying from the glass guitar
Steady will I struggle onward to the glass guitar
Though the earth may shake let the planet tremble
Only one has the courage to climb to the top of the highest mountain in search
of the fourth key.
Having scaled the mountain and finding no key, the climber begins chopping
madly at the ground with his pickax, causing the mountain to split in two,
revealing the last key.
Now in possession of all four keys, the brave adventurers march triumphantly
into the valley of silence to open the chest, smash the glass guitar, and free
the spirit of Harmony
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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