Just take a pebble and cast it to the silent sea. What does happen ? Just have a thought, cry a word or pray a silent plea. Do you know what will happen ? Billows arise and our senses catch a proof of energy. Do we know laws of nature ? All what we feel or do echoes return from eternity. We’ll come to know our creator. We can’t stop the echoes. – Eloy –
I am a part of the sun and the sky and the heavens above move where the rivers flow, fly with the breezes forever. And the earth and the sea and the hills and the trees they’re a part me. All life, all life, is one, is one. – Eloy –
From a dimension in which art consists of sound. Clear as a bell the silence is filled with sound. Over and over again. It is this one particular tone sequence that you have deeply in your heart. Which alone is enough to awaken indescribable memories and feelings. You lean back and start to smile. The singing. Your gaze lowers, your breath becomes deeper. You will notice how your heart throbs faster and your skin is shaken by shivering. You close […]
Hey you ! Out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me ? Hey you ! Standing in the aisles, with itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me ? Hey you ! – Pink Floyd –
About the year 1200 the monks of Glastonbury discovered the bones of Arthur buried near to those of Guinevere. Beneath the coffin, a stone inlaid with a leaden cross bore the latin inscription “Here lies King Arthur in his tomb with Guinevere his wife in the isle of Avalon” – Rick Wakeman –
Please sit down, relax, darken the room, empty your mind, turn your TV to 1080 and enjoy this realtime dawn in Sheigra, Scotland with the remastered version of Pink Floyd’s Echoes. Though YouTube has mixed down the 5.1 to stereo, it is still one of the greatest pieces of music in history for those who are able and willing to let it flow through your body.
We ignored the danger. All warnings left unheard. To return it’s too late. Bound to our fate. – Eloy –
Warming rays are shadowed by threatening clouds, while hissing winds create the oddest sounds. – Eloy –
Dark Ages shaking the dead. Closed pages better not read. Cold rages burn in your head. – Jethro Tull –
