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Story behind the song
The meaning behind the lyrics was kept secret from our lead singer, George Baisch, because he probably would not have sung the song otherwise. Brett Hart wrote the lyrics about how drugs were destroying the imagination of his generation (including George, who tragically passed away in April 1996 of an accidental drug overdose) to the point where all that would be left of its members were pictures on a lectern and nothing truly creative or substantial. George, unaware, usually introduced the song by saying, "It deals with your mind, you know, and how it works...," when it really dealt with how, as a result of substance abuse, too many of our generation's didn't.
Lyrics
What a fool's day's wasted!
Never knew what a genius tasted
Knights in armor, gilded dreams of long ago...
In your mind imbedded
Like a virgin to be wedded,
Many keys to kingdoms you'd like to know....
I can't explain this fever
'Tis the mask of the Great Deceiver
Cloudin' up the minds of children young of age...
Lights of times a-flashin'
Teenage society's crashin'
The Book of Time must turn another page....
Chorus
And the imagination
Is the tie that binds
The words of the hearts to
The thoughts of minds!
What you do with pictures?
Put them somewhere on a lectern
And let them play back the century...
One hundred years go by
No one knows where or why
This life is something thats made for me!
Chorus