I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. I have only the music of the waterfall to comfort me now. “…I have not left this cave for days now, it has become my last refuge in my total despair. I wandered home though the silent streets I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things…”
I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. “…I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities, and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works of this world. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase…” “…I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so vivid to me. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet…” “…Instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. Father Brown rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed throughout the silent Temple Hall…” “…In the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up to a circle of grim, expressionless faces.
The Priests praise my name on this night. It’s got wires that vibrate, and give music As I struck the wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can’t wait to tell the priests about it! …” “…I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful…”
I brushed away the dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in my hands. “…Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests…” “…The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. “And the meek shall inherit the earth.” II. Verse 3 Slow mo' When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new He seems alive though he is feeling blue The sun is shining, man, he's super cool, cool The lonely nights They fade away, he. Silence falls into the deafening Sirens of my own epiphany Silence falls into the deafening Sirens of my own epiphany My own mortality Here I lie with my regrets Possessions petty meaningless You are my medicine Healing me with tenderness Dont go, dont go Dont go, dont go Dont go, dont go I dont know, dont go I dont know, dont go I.
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