Текст песни Portrait of the Knight of Wands - Suzanne Vega
He
stood
upon
the
last
Bastions
of
the
place
Looked
out
on
the
ruins
With
thunder
in
his
face.
An
introverted
spectacle
In
the
flowers
on
the
rocks
The
daisies
on
the
ramparts
Blowing
free.
His
heart
was
divided
Clouds
gathered
in
the
sky
The
belfry
made
of
wood
and
steel
Was
silenced
in
it′s
cry.
Something
must
have
happened
What,
he
wouldn't
say
But
shown
within
The
wider
lens
of
history
His
mission
the
transmission
Of
technology
One
cannon
trained
upon
the
church
This
one
caught
his
eye
"To
keep
the
bishop
in
his
place"
He
muttered
with
a
sigh.
His
mood
was
melancholy
His
attitude
severe
His
inner
burden
Weighed
upon
him
mightily
A
bird
as
never
seen
in
books
Flew
in
overhead
A
kind
of
dove
it
might
have
been
But
not
a
sound
was
said.
All
the
ancient
knowledge
lay
In
pieces
on
the
ground
The
cause
of
all
his
suffering
Was
not
for
love
of
me.
His
mission
the
transmission
Of
technology.
1 Fool's Complaint (Live) (Bonus Track)
2 Don't Uncork What You Can't Contain (Live) (Bonus Track)
3 Fool's Complaint
4 Don't Uncork What You Can't Contain
5 Laying On of Hands / Stoic 2
6 Portrait of the Knight of Wands
7 Jacob and the Angel
8 Horizon (There Is a Road)
9 Silver Bridge
10 I Never Wear White
11 Song Of The Stoic
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