Glass Hammer - Chronometree (2000) by Glass Hammer (보컬) on maniadb.com

Look into the airbrush dream
Round and round it turns
Listen as the vinyl calls my name

And eldritch wind howls and moans
Through the space that I was shown

Can you hear their urgent call
Hidden in the sound
As this smoky room begins to fade

And eldritch wind howls and moans
Through the space that I was shown

I've been called to other stars
(and the heavens know my name)
I've been shown another world

As the vinyl turns
As the vinyl turns

Voices from his heady music
Speak of time and space
Magical, immortal
They reveal a hidden place
A field grown wild with brambles
Where stands a single tree
"Go there on a starry night
to know a mystery"
That he and no one else would ever see
Chronometree

Spoken from the headphones
Held tightly to his face
Directions to the oaken tower
In the lonely place
Symbols flood into his mind
The music holds the key
Put the plan to paper
To behold the mystery
That he and no one else would ever see
Chronometree

A plan revealed
Time is standing still
And all will know that
I'm no ordinary man
Just a symptom I fear
The real illness hides in the bones,
down deep inside
Here is science
By alien alliance
Now all of time is just a slave to my desire
Is it something you hear?
Or something you want to believe?
I think you know.
Some days you wish you could leave,
but then where would you go?

Welcome all you merry Marys from the rain
Your fairy's staring at the prairies on the plain
With a sentimental shine
You leave it all behind

Welcome all you clever clowns form the drown
Your angel dangles at an angle going down
Where everything goes round and round
End up on the ground
So lay down, breathe, don't leave
You're casting shadows in an eerie well
But there's no reason to complain
You're riding on the train to the
Perfect Carousel

So lay down, breathe,
patiently you'll be cast into an endless summer day
Sit, be still, revealed as a willow watcher in the bay,
The wind will blow, Van Gogh
captures souls with a hand that is bleeding on the page
So you'll spin, begin, pretend that soon
that you'll be carried away on the
Perfect Carousel

Tom ponders time and space
Chronometry is in his face
If Tom could only spell
Oh well...
Chronometree

Vinyl vision in his eye
Of floating islands in the sky
Cue the needle, Tom!

With just the moon
To light our way
We headed back to Tom's house
To wait for the day
The voices in his head
Had told him wrong
Science reduced to the musings of a song
All mixed up with the essence of his bong
Chronometree!