Werkraum, Casey:
http://rapidshare.com/files/135767563/202_...-casey.mp3.htmlWeird lyrics but nice tune,
‘Twas a man of youthful features
‘Twas a boy of sorrowful lies
Watching out but looking inward
Tall and stately and full of life
In his time he spoke, but rarely
In his mind he cried for light
Painting perceptions trying to capture
That which he saw in his questioning stride
Once in Lisbon twice in London
Travelling round for all of his time
Looking for, and finding a goddess
He took Diana to be his bride
Of the children they begotten
Two have died without knowing life
For the third I know not whereof
But if she live she will yet be kind
Casey had a monk of simple values
He had a star between his eyes
In his hand he held an axe blade
The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
On the night when the heavens were crying
He went out and took his blade
Carving wood to warm his house side
The lightening came and my brother died
Send him no wine from far away vineyards
Tell him no tales of the canyon’s might
But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
For he has died and he died in light!