You can see the pain of the desolate
You can see the greed of the powerful
Watch it on TV, and feel nothing at all
But you don't have to feel nothing
I am the future
I am the way ahead
I light the pathway
I heal the broken heart
I see the trouble
I calm the raging seas
So let them come to me
You can break the heart of a special friend
You can lose a love and never love again
You can wear a cross and feel nothing at all
You don't have to feel nothing
I am the future
I am the way ahead
I light the pathway
I heal the broken heart
I see the trouble
I calm the raging seas
So let them come to me
And I will tender your needs
And I will banish your fears
And I will give you peace
And I will, I will be the one to wipe your tears away
I am the future
I am the way ahead
I light the pathway
I heal the broken heart
I see the trouble
I calm the raging seas
So let them come to me
I see the trouble
I calm the sea
So let them come, come to me
I heal the broken heart
I heal the broken heart
I heal the broken heart
So let them come to me
I'll tender your needs and banish your fears
So let them come to me
So let them come to me
So let them come to me
So let them come to me
Written by Chris Eaton
Longitude Music Co. obo Clouseau Music
Musicians:
Programming: Tommy Sims
Bass: Tommy Sims
Guitars: Dann Huff(plates 25-27)
1. The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the earth.
2. Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
3. Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers
and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
4. Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;
5. Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep falling, even to eternity down falling,
6. And weep [and bow thy reverend locks.]
7. In her trembling hands she took the new born terror, howling;
8. On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea,
the new born fire stood before the starry king!
9. Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield;
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair,
and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
11. The fire, the fire is falling!
12. Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African!
Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.
14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away;
15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields,
and chariots, horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings, and rocks.
16. Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
17. All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames faded,
emerge round the gloomy king.
18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the waste
wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids
over the deep in dark dismay,
19. where the son of fire in his eastern cloud,
while the morning plu