Dead Can Dance @ALBUM: Into The Labyrinth 17.1.95 (transcribed from booklet by ISC ternes@wirtschaft.tu-ilmenau.de) 1. Yulunga (spirit dance) 2. The Ubiquitous Mr Lovegrove 3. The Wind that Shakes the Barley 4. The Carnival is Over 5. Ariadne 6. Saldek 7. Towards the Within 8. Tell Me About the Forest (you once called home) 9. The Spider's Stratagem 10. Emmeleia 11. How Fortunate the Man with None @SONG: The Ubiquitous mr Lovegrove I thought that you knew it all Well you've seen it ten times before. I thought that you had it down With both your feet on the ground. I love slow ... slow but deep. Feigned affections wash over me. Dream on my dear And renounce temporal obligations. Dream on my dear It's a sleep from which you may not awaken. You build me up then you knock me down. You play the fool while I play the clown. We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. You raise my hopes then you raise the odds You tell me that I dream too much Now I'm serving time in disillusionment. I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you. I thought that I knew it all I'd seen all the signs before. I thought that you were the one In darkness my heart was won. You build me up then you knock me down. You play the fool while I play the clown. We keep time to the beat of an old slave drum. You raise my hopes then you raise the odds You tell me that I dream too much Now I'm serving time in a domestic graveyard. I don't believe you anymore ... I don't believe you. Never let it be said I was untrue I never found a home inside of you. Never let it be said I was untrue I gave you all my time. @SONG: The Wind that Shakes the Barley I sat within the valley green I sat me with my true love. My sad heart strove the two between The old love and the new love. The old for her the new That made me think on Ireland dearly. While soft the wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that bound us. But harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us. And so I said the mountain glen I'll meet at morning early. And I'll join the bold united men While soft winds shook the barley. T'was sad I kissed away her tears My fond arm round her flinging. When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears >From out the wild woods ringing. A bullet pierced my true love's side In live's young spring so early. And on my breast in blood she died While soft winds shook the barley. But blood for blood without remorse I've ta'en at oulart hollow. I've lain my true love's clay like corpse Where I full soon must follow. Around her grave I've wandered drear Noon, night, and morning early. With breaking heart when e'er I hear The wind that shakes the barley. @SONG: The Carnival is Over Outside The storm clouds gathering, Moved silently along the dusty boulevard. Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks So they can in turn Reach up and kiss the sky. They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye Someone is calling. I remember when you held my hand In the park we would play when the circus came to town. Look! Over here. Outside The circus gathering Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. The procession moved on the shouting is over The fabulous freaks are leaving town. They are driven by a strange desire Unseen by the human eye. The carnival is over We sat and watched As the moon rose again For the very first time. @SONG: Tell Me About the Forest (you once called home) Farewell now my sister Up ahead there lies your road And your conscience walks beside you It's the best friend you will ever know And the past is now your future It bears witness to your soul Make sure that the love you offer up Does not fall on barren soil. For the wind cries of late In the whispering grass. Our way of life is held In the spinning wheels of chance. I believe in the ways of an older law When we used to dance to a different drum And we are changing our ways Yes we are taking different roads Tell me more about the forest That you once called home. For the wind cries of late In the whispering leaves And the sun will turn to waste The heavens we build above. Father teach your children To treat our mother well If we give her back her diamonds She will offer up her pearl. But I'm not bitter no I'm surviving To face the world, to raise the future. So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me About the world you left behind. Come on and tell me. @SONG: How Fortunate the Man with None You saw sagacious Solomon You know what came of him, To him complexities seemed plain. He cursed the hour that gave birth to him And saw that everything was vain. How great and wise was Solomon. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. It's wisdom that had brought him to this state. How fortunate the man with none. You saw courageous Caesar next You know what he became. They deified him in his life Then had him murdered just the same. And as they raised the fatal knife How loud he cried: you too my son! The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. It's courage that had brought him to that state. How fortunate the man with none. You heard of honest Socrates The man who never lied: They weren't so grateful as you'd think Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried And handed him the poisoned drink. How honest was the people's noble son. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. It's honesty that brought him to that state. How fortunate the man with none. Here you can see respectable folk Keeping to God's own laws. So far he hasn't taken heed. You who sit safe and warm indoors Help to relieve our bitter need. How virtuously we had begun. The world however did not wait But soon observed what followed on. It's fear of god that brought us to that state. How fortunate the man with none. performed by Lisa Gerrard & Brendan Perry engineered and produced by Brendan Perry at Quivvy Church 4-A-D, P.O. BOX 461599, Los Angeles, CA 90046-9599. (c) 1993 Written by Dead Can Dance except "The Wind that Shakes the Baley" words and music: Dr. Robert Dwyer Joyce "How Fortunate the Man with None" music: Dead Can Dance words: Bertold Brecht (Translation John Willet) (send a mail and you'll get the original german text) ISC file date vom 22.11.1993 (in Alpena, Michigan, USA)