Music for Capricorn: Time
Sounds of the Celestial Season for Everyone
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Only Time
Lyrics: [Verse 1] Who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time And who can say if your love grows As your heart chose? Only time [Interlude] [Verse 2] Who can say why your heart sighs As your love flies? Only time And who can say why your heart cries When your love lies? Only time [Interlude] [Bridge] Who can say when the roads meet? That love might be in your heart? And who can say when the day sleeps If the night keeps all your heart? Night keeps all your heart [Interlude] [Verse 3] Who can say if your love grows As your heart chose? Only time And who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time [Outro] Who knows? Only time Who knows? Only time
Ages Past, Ages Hence
Lyrics: [Verse 1] Ancient castles on climbing cliffs Summoned by the sea Windswept shores and crashing waves Raging furiously Twisting trees old and true Stand huddled watchingly [Chorus] Oh, ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully [Verse 2] What pagan smile has touched your lips? What melody so sweet Soothed your breast, your beating heart? The underworld gone to sleep, Twisting trees old and true Stand huddled watchingly [Chorus] Oh, ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully [Verse 3] Into the clutches of night I can see the torch lights shine bright The gates are drawn, the hounds sit still There's laughter that bubbles within Down bend the trees quietly witnessing Man's journey into himself [Bridge] Ever turning, ever churning, Clutching the waves of his wealth Yearning, a thirst never quenched Tumble the thoughts Until they lie like petals on the ground Gathered by winds stretched through the trees Like a whispering sigh [Verse 4] Ancient castles on climbing cliffs Summoned by the sea Windswept shores and crashing waves Raging furiously Twisting trees old and true Stand huddled watchingly [Chorus] Oh, ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully Ages past, ages hence Pages turned carefully
A Circle is Cast
Time
[Roger Waters of Pink Floyd was going through his first Saturn return (age 29) when he got the idea for this song.]
Lyrics [Verse 1: David Gilmour] Ticking away The moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours In an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground In your hometown Waiting for someone Or something to show you the way [Chorus: Richard Wright] Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2: David Gilmour] And you run, and you run To catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around To come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way But you're older Shorter of breath And one day closer to death [Chorus: Richard Wright] Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation Is the English way The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say [Part II: Breathe (In the Air) (Reprise)] [Outro: David Gilmour] Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells
A Hazy Shade of Winter
Time in a Bottle
Time Song
Oh, Give Me Time For Tenderness
[A wealthy young socialite has just learned that she will soon die of a fatal & inoperable brain tumor. It’s 1939, when $50 was $1,000+ in 2024 dollars.]
The Party’s Over
Frozen in Time
Skellig
Lyrics: O light the candle, John The daylight has almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is very long There's something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the brotherhood My books were all to me I scribed the words of God And much of history Many a year was I Perched out upon the sea The waves would wash my tears The wind, my memory I'd hear the ocean breathe Exhale upon the shore I knew the tempest's blood Its wrath I would endure And so the years went by Within my rocky cell With only a mouse or bird My friend; I loved them well And so it came to pass I'd come here to Romani And many a year it took Till I arrived here with thee On dusty roads I walked And over mountains high Through rivers running deep Beneath the endless sky Beneath these jasmine flowers Amidst these cypress trees I give you now my books And all their mysteries Now take the hourglass And turn it on its head For when the sands are still 'Tis then you'll find me dead O light the candle, John The daylight is almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass
Auld Lang Syne
The Old Ways
Lyrics: The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you On a dark new year's night, on the west coast of Clare I heard your voice singing Your eyes danced the song, your hands played the tune 'Twas a vision before me We left the music behind as the dance carried on We stole away to the seashore And smelt the brine, felt the wind in our hair With sadness you paused Suddenly I knew that you'd have to go Your world was not mine, your eyes told me so Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time And I wondered why As we cast our gaze on the tumbling sea A vision came o'er me Of thundering hooves and beating wings In clouds above Turning to go, I heard you call out my name Like a bird in a cage spreads its wings to fly "The old ways are lost," you sang as you flew And I wondered why The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you The thundering waves are calling me home, home to you The pounding sea is calling me home, home to you
[This last one is for all who remember hearing it on the radio or TV at midnight of every single New Year from 1929 to 1976.]
