A fifteen minute length epic.
Progressive Rock in Atlanta.
Story behind the song
This is a song about wonders of the world that are, infact, good. A wonderer travels through time to experience these, only to find himself spending more time in other realms than his own. He cannot remember the route home - thus, a lesson in moderation.
Lyrics
I. Chronomigration
Markets and musical musings of men gather a crowd of people every once in a now or then.
Fancy I'll shake a few hands with them all, as the street-scene buzzes merry with the public's squall.
Moving... Moving through... Time...
Moving... Moving through... Time...
Moving...
A byway of flattened grass once unperturbed and green gives way to a kingdom I have not yet seen.
Alders and ash - a subtle venue for nature's bash, but yet so grand. It grieves me to part.
Moving... Moving through... Time...
Moving... Moving through... Time...
Moving...
II. The Portal of Years
III. Mosaic Visions
IV. Perpetual Orphanage
Seen the wonders of the land have I, in ages not recorded. My thought is evolved, sketching out events I see ahead. But memories of home are misted fragments of places where I've tread. Those memories are dead...
Searching... Searching through... Time...
Searching... Searching through... Time...
Searching...
