Mike Oldfield
English multi-instrumentalist musician and composer.
Make-make...
There's no way out no way in
To the hallowed halls of the inner ring
You're just a face in the crowd
You got no place
When you're down and out.
We are islands, but never too far
We are islands, and I need your light tonight...
And now the story's just begun
A thousand years to stay;
We wake each morning with the sun
To live our dreams away...
With a smile of joy and gladness, with a look of exultation, as of one who in a vision what is to be, but it is not, stood and waited Hiawatha. Toward the sun his hands were lifted both the palms spread out toward it and, between departed fingers, felt the sunshine on his features. Flecked with light his naked shoulders, as it falls and flecks an oak-tree through the rifted leaves and branches.
If it was a horrible thing I was known for, like some horrible pop song, it would annoy me, but it doesn't. I'm proud of it.
Some are tricks of the light
You'll never know
Make a flickering midnight
Light into a glow...
Somebody's out to get you
Hiding in the shadows
Poison arrows!
Somebody's out to break you
Hiding in narrows
Poison arrows!
How's it feel when
There's time to remember?
...Branches bare,
Like the trees in november.
Had it all,
Threw it all away;
Now's a time to walk away.
This is zero hour and there's no way back
Can you feel that power in its arms you're wrapped
All through the night-time
Till the sun comes in?
Now Heaven's Open
Fly right in!
You're out in the cold,
Sometimes,
As far as you can see,
Misty.
You want to run
Into the sun,
The road is lost,
Sand shifty.
But suddendly, out of the blue,
Some kind of magic
Pushes you through!
You don't know when,
How or why,
But someday can take off, fly!
Look down from in high places
Lift up the ground
Without a sound
[...]
Check altitude
Check your heart
'n this cloudless blue
'n this starlight night...
Save me, holy mother, please save me,
I got a heart of gold...
And for your love I'd go hungry and thirsty.
I need a saviour and you're the one...
I throw myself into the arms of mercy,
There's still hope for the runaway son!
Talk about your life
I'd like to know
It's not easy going
Where no-one goes
And no-one knows...
Taking on water
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory
A fantasy
The wind carries into white water
Far from the islands
Don't you know...
You're never going to get to France
Mary, queen of chance, will they find you!
Never going to get to France...
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Now I climb the steps to freedom,
The open gates, I can see them.
Hands once I knew
Beckoning me through,
As the sunlight touch my face,
I can feel the warm embrace;
Arms surround me,
My life has found me...
Down to the River
Was this all some
Cry for love?
It's a cry for love:
Are you a victim of
That Money Bug
In your blood,
Mr. Shame?
On dusty roads and tracks
Now it's the time to come back
The warm wind blows constantly
Riding that storm since the day you were born
Is there somebody in? Now answer me!
I see a picture by the lamp's flicker...
Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer?
I've been waiting at this frontier
And it seems like a hundred years,
But I couldn't see past the gate
I couldn't see past the hate.
Heaven and Earth are turning
Round the Earth fire is burning.
Sheltered from the cruel storm
Peace on Earth is new born