Aria of The Bard (Journey To The Light Suite)

This arrangement of Aria of The Bard pays homage to Journey From The Light by 4 Hero.

Listen to Aria of The Bard by Richard Charles Stevens (Journey To The Light Suite)

Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes

Never been to Tokyo
Caught waves in San Antonio
Came first in a rodeo
Reposed in advanced yoga pose
Know not how the slogan goes
But know a little spoken prose
Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes

Never guess I once felt done for
Never blessed so much to gun for
Evanesced with never less than better yet to come undone for
.
Never guess I once felt done for
Never blessed so much to gun for

Evanesced with never less than better yet to come undone for
.

Bumble bee

Humble me

.
Unacclaimed
Or so it goes
Heart unchained yet broken bones
Skin inflamed
Thick smoke arose
From arteries in open flow
Know the way to go
Though there’s a way to go
To go that way
Reasons left and seasons yet to go the way of global change
.
Stretching as I drench myself in frozen rain
While headed through unknown terrain alone to grope at hope estranged
At the dentist pensive as to whether to suggest that I’d be best placed to invest in any Novocaine
Just to numb the brain a little
Put skids on the train a little
Either that or fool’s committal
Banking on a full acquittal
Playing second fiddle
To the riddle of the ages

Playing second fiddle
To the riddle of the ages

Playing second fiddle
To the riddle of the ages
With little left forsworn than horde of torn out journal pages
.

.
Mankind tries to trouble me
But I’m safe in my bubble see
Actually I’m more the way inclined to trusting company
Raising fist triumphantly
To make a swift recovery
From every stinging vision of the unforgiven other me

Bumble bee

Humble me

.
The one whose wishes smothered me
Too vicious to encourage me
To live in my own portrait
Stake claim on my rediscovery
.

Blame it on my swollen nodes
In name to which this poem owes
And here I shall remain
In grace and humble as a bumble bee

Humble as a bumble bee

Bumble bee

Humble as a bumble bee

Bumble bee

Humble me

Never been to Tuscany
It seemed like too much fuss to me
While lovely I’m sure
Not sure I’d care much for the bus journey
Rusty on the trigger
Never really into musketry
Besides the world would be some way more kind
If it were up to me
.
Funny thing is destiny
Ever dreamt suggestively
Ventured keen
An endless scene
When seen and kept attentively
With matters ever pressing
It’s depressing feeling dead and beat
Precisely why I stress no great confessed desire to dress defeat
.

Never guess I once felt done for
Never blessed so much to gun for
Evanesced with never less than better yet to come undone for

Never been to Timbuktu
Gave that place the big fuck you
Took it well
As far I could tell
Then yelled out fuck you too
.

Never been to Timbuktu
Gave that place the big fuck you
Took it well
As far I could tell
Then yelled out fuck you too
.
Here I shall remain
Through every pleasure
Every pain
In the name of treasure buried in my keep
.
Here I shall remain
Through every pleasure
Every pain
In the name of treasure buried in my keep
.