The Sage
Greg Lake
I carry the dust of a journey
That cannot be shaken away
It lives deep within me
For I breathe it every day
You and I are yesterdays answers
The earth of the past come to flesh
Eroded by times rivers
To the shapes we now possess.
Come share of my breath and my substance
And mingle our streams and our times
In bright infinite moments
Our reasons are lost in our rhymes.
I have always enjoyed these lyrics.
Greg Lake wrote this song as a tribute to composer Modest Mussorgsky's 10 movement piano suite, Pictures At An Exhibition. Which Modest had based on his friend Viktor Hartmenn's artwork. The back story helps my imagination travel even farther.
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