The Time Trilogy
The Time Trilogy
Reviewed by Steve Bennett / Two Time BAFTA Winner Screenwriter And Musician
Few contemporary musicians are as adroit in conjuring the quintessentially English stylings of classic prog-rock as Martin Springett. The grandiose melodic sweep and structural complexity that decorate the timeless work of Yes, Pink Floyd, King Crimson and Caravan come as second nature to Martin. He grew up in that world. He speaks its language effortlessly and eloquently. Fortunately – especially for us, his audience – rather than simply pay homage to the treasures of the past, he has always sought to move the story on, to add new ingredients to the mix and challenge the misplaced notion of ‘prog’ as an outdated and ironic misnomer in the 21st century.
Lyrics
FOREVER LEAVING HOME / Lyrics by Terry Findlay
Music By Martin Springett
A missing ship
adrift in heaving darkened seas
a waning moon dims behind a slowly drifting cloud
A lone sailor keeping watch
is praying to his sunken gods
for a sign
for a sign to follow home
to follow home
A jagged flash
lightening blinds his seeking eyes
in the darkness following a spectral form appears
offering everlasting safety
relief from curiosity
believing in salvation
the sailor shakes it’s hand
A missing ship
Adrift in heaving darkened seas
A waning moon dims behind a slowly drifting cloud
A lone sailor keeping watch
Is praying to his sunken gods
For a sign
For a sign to follow home
Now the faithful sailor
Sails from sea to foreign sea
always believing that safe harbour is drawing near
but as the years go by
without arrival on the shore
the sailor wonders if a deal made in desperation
can ever save your soul
ever save your soul
Forever leaving home
SISTER OF THEFT / Lyrics from a poem by Sandra Kasturi
Music by Martin Springett
Time is the mother of invention
And the sister of theft
It is the glass globe of hand spun conjurings
On the end of the spindle shaft
Dancing in the shadow of the long hand
Twirling in the lee of the short hand
Time is the mother of invention
And the sister of theft
WOMAN IN THE WAVES / Words and Music by Martin Springett
The thunder rolls
as white foam flies
against the steel grey skies of Perthudden
A woman stands
amongst the pounding waves
tied to mast and to rigging
Three see her there
from the darkening shore
her hand is raised as if in greeting
Then closed to a fist
it becomes a hook
In the heart of the one she has chosen
Now the one of three
whose heart is pierced
must step into the churning waves
To join her there
amidst the rising tide
to drown
or to take her as his bride
Instrumental interlude
On thunderous dark and lonely nights
the two are the ocean’s children
their faces are masks of madness and love
As thunder rains down from above
Bright kisses
fall upon them
Bright kisses
fall upon them
