Mike Oldfield
English multi-instrumentalist musician and composer.
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!
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.
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
I was hoping... could you be inspiration
Whatever should become in the candlelight?
I was dreaming... was it my imagination?
Tomorrow never comes in the candlelight...
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.
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)
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...
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.
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...
Sunlight falling bright
Over village garden walls
Moonlight shower's gold
where leaving waterfalls
People walk in splendour
Under trees hung in starlight.
Something tells me how
Her bright blue eyes
Are smiling;
She turns her head and now
When she wants she denies him...
I'm half a crazy man
Waiting for confirmation;
Signs keep are changing
And I need some more information.