Akira The Don, Alan Watts - Our Revels Now Are Ended lyrics
[Akira The Don, Alan Watts - Our Revels Now Are Ended lyrics]
The fact that life is transient
Is part of it's liveliness
The poets in speaking
Of the transience of the
World always utter their best poetry
You know? Our revels now are ended
These are actors as I foretold
You are all spirit's and are melted into air
Into thin air
And like the baseless fabric of this vision
The cloud-capp’d towers the gorgeous palaces
The solemn temples the great earth it'self
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack behind
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
And our little life is rounded in a sleep
And said so well it doesn't seem
So bad after all does it
You see there is always
In the poetry of Evanescence a
Kind of funny nostalgia moralists will say
Those lovely lips which you so
Delighted to kiss today
Will in a few years rot and disclose
The grinning teeth of the skull so what?
The skull says lying in the grass
Chattering, finch and water fly are
Not merrier than I here among the flowers I
Lie laughing everlastingly no
I may not tell the best
Surely, friends, I could have guessed
Death was but the good King’s jest
It was hid so carefully
Is part of it's liveliness
The poets in speaking
Of the transience of the
World always utter their best poetry
You know? Our revels now are ended
These are actors as I foretold
You are all spirit's and are melted into air
Into thin air
And like the baseless fabric of this vision
The cloud-capp’d towers the gorgeous palaces
The solemn temples the great earth it'self
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack behind
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
And our little life is rounded in a sleep
And said so well it doesn't seem
So bad after all does it
You see there is always
In the poetry of Evanescence a
Kind of funny nostalgia moralists will say
Those lovely lips which you so
Delighted to kiss today
Will in a few years rot and disclose
The grinning teeth of the skull so what?
The skull says lying in the grass
Chattering, finch and water fly are
Not merrier than I here among the flowers I
Lie laughing everlastingly no
I may not tell the best
Surely, friends, I could have guessed
Death was but the good King’s jest
It was hid so carefully