Mike Oldfield
English multi-instrumentalist musician and composer.
I'm half a crazy man
Waiting for confirmation;
Signs keep are changing
And I need some more information.
Something tells me how
Her bright blue eyes
Are smiling;
She turns her head and now
When she wants she denies him...
Sunlight falling bright
Over village garden walls
Moonlight shower's gold
where leaving waterfalls
People walk in splendour
Under trees hung in starlight.
I was listening to the wind that walks in the hour;
I never would have heard in the candlelight
I was hoping... would you shelter me from showers?
I believe every word in the candlelight...
The biggest problems were to do with... well, to get that successful when you're so young, it attracts hangers-on, parasites, people who want to feed off you. I thought people actually liked me, but they actually liked my money. I'd probably say to my younger self, get yourself a whole collection of lawyers. Which is what I have now. I don't have any friends; I just have lawyers. At the last count I had about 15 different sets of them for all kinds of problems. And you can trust them because you're paying them. I know that sounds very negative, but that's the world we live in.
A restless flame
Someone calls your name
Through the empty hall
Casting shadows on the wall
In the sound of emptiness
Isolation
Nowhere left to run
Now the time has come...
I want not to panic. I want to be comfortable in my body and my life. I don't want to keep thinking that I don't belong here, that I have ended up on the wrong planet, completely alienated. (from Changeling)
When I was younger I had an incredible sensitivity; I suppose there were too many brain cells, or they were organised in the wrong way, and they've either reorganised themselves or I've lost lots of them through alcohol and substance abuse. I can get along without being terrified now. Maybe I've just got used to it.
Harmony is always when I look around me
And your smile I see
I can feel it surrounds me
A miracle I find in your company.
Someone who knows no fear
I feel him near
The child was born to be a king...
And the time has come.
And the Man in the rain
Picked up his bag of secrets,
And journeyed up the mountainside
Far above the clouds;
And nothing was ever heard from him again,
Except for the sound of
Tubular Bells...
Once in a lifetime, you find that power
To break out and run from the devils deep clutch;
All that you need it's the finest hour
Is to believe in the magic touch.
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'tis grace has brought me
Safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promis'd good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Feel the Earth move!
Now I'm wrapped
In a sweet love's arms,
Reaching out for you...
The sails are unfurled
And the anchor's away going home...
She heels to the breeze as she gathers her way,
And we're bound to the old country.
Then away, love, away, going home!
We're homeward bound this very day,
And we're bound to the old country...
Come, take my hand
And wander in the willow river
Glistening the blue bells
Come, take my flesh
And wander in the sunny corn
That shimmer stills at snowfalls
'Cause I love you lover
I love you, like I love
The Four high Seasons.
To whole room her eyes are numb,
As she reads from a true love story.
From the pages of a book her lover comes,
Her heart bleeds, it's a true love story.
One glance is all that I need;
What I was searching for I've found it...
(Take a wish!)
My wish is...
...To be free,
To be wild,
And to be just
Like a child!
How can you sleep
How can you turn away
Thinking so cheap?
Some day you're gonna pay!
You're keeping secrets
I can see in your eyes:
Can anybody tell me
Why the big disguise?