Pt. I: the Warning Songtext

von Rick Wakeman

Taste of fruitful inhibitions of a human
Incapable of future seeing
Beyond his thoughts of music.

Birth of music, birth of child is one.
Language of the world, the missing sense.
Birth of music, birth of child is one.
Language of the world, the missing sense...

Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.
Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.

Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.
Wait, wait, look at the sun,
Music of blinding light,
Sound strength destroying sight.

Taste of fruitful inhibitions of the man
Beyond his thoughts of music
Created and abused by man
Unaware of future seeing.

Warning, man, time for collection
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning man, time for collection
One which has no earth connection.

Feel and touch the music sense
Hear the cycle man should have.
Feel and touch the music sense
To fight emotion, man's defence.

Music is the spaceman's time
It's a travel form of moving love.
Music is the spaceman's time
Placed on earth for man to find.

Warning, man, time for collection
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning, man, time for collection
One which has no earth connection.

Music has no earthly connection
Taken from the source of Creation.
Music has no earthly connection
Listen, time for your collection.

Warning, man, time for collection
Take for you your choice of senses.
Warning, man, time for collection
One which has no earth connection.