DESCRIPTION:
Artist: Mirthrandir
Album: "For You The Old Women" 1976
Genre: Symphonic Progressive Rock / Eclectic Prog
Label: Syn-Phonic
Country: US

1. For You The Old Women (0:00)
2. Conversation With Personality Giver (8:12)
3. Light Of The Candle (13:50)
4. Number Six (18:13)
5. For Four (23:20)

Robert Arace - drums
James Miller - bass, flute
Simon Gannett - keyboards, vocals
John Vislocky III - lead vocals, trumpet
Richard Excellente - guitar
Alexander Romanelli - guitar

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"FOR YOU THE OLD WOMEN"
(A Negative and Positive View in Retrospect)

For you, my fears are your delights
I thinking twice before, now I'm surely sure

Crities of Christ

J. J. Kidd turns my mind, dear red tide swallow me
Much confusion dealing with the abstract mind
Life's trail for three to free

This time we share our lives - Father of light
Seen through these eyes - We were blind
Compromise - Now we see
Realize the air we breathe - All we be
As one endlessly ... - Endlessly

Free desire has left you now
Need be alone not anymore
Thought you always knew how, in the day you
stand your trial
Know it's just a lonely dream

Free desire has left you now
Need be alone not anymore
I can tell by the clothes you wear
Your salvations' demise, a serpent in your father's eyes.
Desire's just a lonely ...

"CONVERSATION WITH PERSONALITY GIVER"
(Talk Betwixt Maker and Taker)

Three thousand years I've called thee.
"Watch child, hear my silent prayer,
All whole within your solid being."
"My silent prayer has grown."
I find we raised our own hell.
"Seek light, rejoice your being,
A gift, a chance, I give you.
Dwell near, remember always me."
A conscious thought I throw,
How could I've ever krown Hell?

"LIGHT OF THE CANDLE"
(Account of a Gentleman who told me he was Christ)

Lost in the dark of the windmill sound
Want of a friendship, the shine of a crown,
I'll only belive you when your hair's on fire,
And your name's on the lips of the needed town crier.

Lost in the dark of the windmill sound
Want of a friendship, the shine of a crown,
I'll only belive you when your hair's on fire,
Written in blood, the newfound Messiah.

The candle put out still returns to mind
The schizoid Jesus returns North to find
If sanity was lost to stories still not proven false
And he alone knows the truth, an oath before the cross.

"NUMBER SIX"
Instrumental

"FOR FOUR"
(Concerning Four Women)

It wasn't long ago
I was told the myth all around him
He crossed the bridges slow, and hiding his tracks
behind him ---
Call Begone!

The near death ghost thumbed through the pages
A book of ancient thought
Returning to his prior state, answering the call

The threetold junta of modern time
Destroyed the will of his witty design
The way they stared with tearlined eyes
Burn a hole right through his life
An early death
Rebirth came too soon, two late, four much

Your sitting high crown glows like lights in a carnival
Show me how to live, I'll show you how to be
A giant god hands down
Your tower flag broke, I fell in your joke, no longer

God damn the lite I lett from my peers
You helped me through a dying time, killed my fears
Don't you die on me.
I'll fall apart
Take my life
Don't you die on me
I'll fall apart
Take my life
Take my life