Bliss. I love his passion and his essence.
“Pages turning, pages we were years from learning
Straight into the night our hearts were flung
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from.
All the world was shining from those hills
The stars above and the lights below
Among those there to test their fortunes and their wills
I lost track of the score long ago,
….
Pages turning, pages torn and pages burning
Faded pages, open in the sun.
Better bring your own redemption when you come
To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from.”
Wonderful.
Another version (1978) here.
