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Memories Of Times Yet To Be

by Quasar

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1.
The Space In Between c 2012 (Turner) What you say and what you do Are what you are, some say that is true So... when you say or do? Will they never misconstrue?. Shout your name, you know the game. In and out, or round-a-bout. like or not you play it just the same. Sit you down, discard that frown Over played, this masquerade, you forgot the mask conceals a clown. What you say and what you do Are what you are, some say that's true Will they ever say or do? What you eat and what you dream Are tied in fate or so it seems Will they ever float downstream? Father Time, he comes to dine Reaper scout, in a sea of doubt. Some, they say "We've got to go there" Some say "We must get away" And some, they say "You go to hell, boy" And some, they just say "Let us pray" It's empty, the space in between Some favour acts of for giveness Some need the taste of revenge And some feel compelled to confess And some, they are sworn to avenge It's empty, the space in between Some want the world to be re-born Some want an animal farm It's empty, the space in between Some will want peace now for all men Some have the need to do harm It's empty, the space in between I could tell you a tale from Timbuktu When the tall trees grew and the streets led down to the sea. Sands of time all around, but riches abound Like an empty pot full of hope and out on a spree. Lost and gone to the past, a playless cast, It is gone to memoirs of Father Time's old trustee. It's a story, an allegory too, Of a time gone by that no glory can guarantee. Hand in hand go the blind, they're forming lines, So sure of fate, it's a timeless fraternity. Wave them on, let them sing a heroes song Then come along to the very last jubilee Out from the pan to the fire Over the hill to the moon Time is an endless supplier Of tales for the brave to lampoon Take two steps back and one for ward Sure to get there very soon That's the way we seem to reward. Don't choke on your silvery spoon.
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In The Grand Scheme of Things c 2011 (Turner/Robinson) The day will come when power wears a glove. The earth enjoys eternal light and love. All children won't know war, Borders won't trap the poor, And paper power will exist no more. There is a clearing in the clouded sky. The time has come to spread our wings and fly. The age of wonder is upon our home. When Gods and Men will finally share the throne. The afterlife is now, No need to break the vow, The where's and why's will give way to how. Prepare yourself for this eternal flight, Turn your third focus to insight. Drifting through time on a wing and a rhyme. The Earth seems so small from above. Falling through ages lost with the tides. The eagle now flies with the dove. Magical verses float in the ether, Celestial choirs sing their songs. Distant the memory of what there once was, Traveling to where we belong. Through the tides, Just hold your head high, And let time drift by. Though seasons may try, To cloud your blue sky, The time's come to fly. Soon after the fall of time, When our children are free from pain. We'll hear the refrain sung from the stars! In the grand scheme of things time is a dream. In the grand scheme, things aren't what they seem. In the grand scheme of things life will proceed. In the grand scheme of things I don't exist. In the grand scheme, the grand scheme of things will unfold. The day will come when power wears a glove. The earth enjoys eternal light and love. No children will know war, Borders won't trap the poor, And paper power will exist no more. There is a clearing in the clouded sky. The time has come to spread our wings and fly.
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Enigma At The Louvre c 2009 (Turner/Robinson) Come now, travel to New Indigo! Point your compass squarely east of Jericho. There we’ll climb the broken pyramid. Thirty-three is not Majority. I know what you’re hiding! Who can you trust to confide in? So, why not just let it go? Save the world from history, It’s in our hands. To set this world free! Do, you see the Eagle fly? They painted out the night, And plucked him from the sky. So, why don’t you let it go? And save this world from hertz, just let it go! I know the time will come When all will see the light That shines from every soul And separates the darkness from the night. Once upon a farce I felt I knew it all But now I feel I've been betrayed I'm just the sacrificial cow. Come home soon said the Man on the Moon. We’ve a place for you in the Paris Commune, The seventh son plays a curtain tune for you. The time to wink is the time to see. The Turf Club patrons all agree, Why is their only swan song overdue? A Curates egg, by some mistake, Could give as much as they could take. The land will quake and change its point of view. The Seventh Son of the seventh Sun played ducks and drakes ‘till the summer’s done. He’s on the run to look for something new! The summer’s gone. Madness reigns on. Moving fingers write, "The donkeys are leading us all. Led by the Holy eight ball". Mockery against the wall. I think therefore I think I am. I am pink therefore I am ham. I drink because I can. Please release me, let me go free. Just show me the way to the door. I want to retire from this war. To be left alone! No more Alternative three No more presidential decree Free just to be and plant seed But..... There’s a chill in the air, Our winter is near We were so close to the truth So close to our labor’s sweet fruit, But now the idea is moot, the voice of the innocents mute. Here comes the fire, let it burn higher! The rising tides rage in their beds, The best laid plans of mice and men... Curse this machine, killer of dreams It serves you and I just as well. Our freedom is now a cartel Sifting through the wreckage, I can hear me saying things I never said. Has everything that happened just existed here, or was it in my head?
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White Feathers c 1994 (Turner) You're a desert Lion Warrior without a tribe And a sense of pride Gets you into trouble Judging by the times You've laid down your life For the desert Lion Feeds your fascinated heart With a sense of wonder Love's the noble savage If you knew the truth Side by side The clashing swords collide You're fighting for the glory Night and day Some fall, some live to tell A never ending story You're a desert Lion Dashing blue white arab's son With a will of iron Renegade they call you Fighting the good fight You're out of your mind These are desperate times Their country is inflamed with war. And you're on the wrong side Thinking you're so right When you're fighting the good fight Side by side The clashing swords collide You're fighting for the glory Night and day Some fall, some live to tell A never ending story You knew exactly what you had to do When you left home You knew the goal It was all down to you Was yours alone White Feathers will never break your bones But they will kill you in the end White Feathers from four friends You knew they'd have to take them back from you And eat their words You knew the fault it was all down to you And that much hurt But the deepest cut that hurts Your heart, will kill you in the end And white feathers from four friends You knew of everything you'd have to do When you left home You knew the goal It was all down to you Was yours alone White Feathers will never break your bones But they will kill you in the end White Feathers from four friends You're a desert legend Bedouins will call your name And they pray their Ummah To send you back to save The fighting of the hoards From out of the West. But you're dead and gone Legend's all that's left behind Just a desert song Some, they wish to love you Fighting the good fight. Side by side The clashing swords collide You're fighting for the glory Night and day Some fall, some live to tell A never ending story
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Eyes of the Innocents c 2010 (Turner/Robinson) The eyes of innocents Gaze their final glimpse of yesterday, Then shuffle on their way. Cries from time's corridor Echo distant warriors 'til they're heard, But never spoke a word. Conscience in formal dress Barred and locked behind an open door. Where they were before. Reflecting countless years Cast between the mirrors in the sea, Reflecting all eternity. I remember times that are yet to be, Modeled on an age long prophecy. Time resonates with unknowing frequency. The mists of Avalon would part, The names were called as they embark. As tears of Isis fall like rain, Sands of time slip through the glass, Elegies of times long past Once the arcane Has it all come down to this? Is there something that I missed? One final tryst? Did this all happen before? I'm sure it has. What the future has in store, Lies in the past. Maybe it's only a dream, It's your choice to laugh or scream, Quickly choose, time's running short. Toss the dice and cast the die, Questions that have no reply Impede your counsel from the sky! Monuments cross the land Millennia, still they stand. Not out of tune, Still watching the moon. A secret past The die is cast But Mayans wait Before the gates open wide. And so the mighty flower Hides herself away. Until the chains of power Hear a whisper say, I too have died so many many times With no significance. The ones who overcame all of their crimes Are the eyes of innocents I remember times that are yet to be, Modeled on an age long prophecy. Time resonates with unknowing frequency. I remember times that are yet to be, Struggling with forgotten prophecy. Only the eyes of the innocents can see I remember times that are yet to be, I remember times that are yet to see, I remember... Time. Cash cavaliers Were knowing for years That the temperature's begun to rise. Ringing in my ears, A secret past appears. Is it too late for much compromise? We cower here To avoid the glare of the eyes of the innocents. Waters are heightening, The vice keeps on tightening, So the time has come to watch the sky. No use re-writing, It's time for enlightening, And to wake from our collective lie. From age to age We've fashioned our cage For the eyes of the innocents

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released June 21, 2023

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QUASAR was formed in 1979 and they found themselves to be amongst a movement of British bands during the early 1980s, including Marillion, Pendragon, IQ, Solstice and Pallas, that continued in the style created by 1970s bands such as Genesis and Yes.

Memories Of Times Yet To Be is now released along with previous release remixes completed, they are working on a new album for release in 2024.
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