Arman Christoff Boyles
words and music
vocals, guitars, keyboards
Scott Rader
drums, bass
with:
Bob Yang
Chana Rothman
Melody Carpenter
Barry Smith
Eric Gaskell
ACT I
CITY OF GOLD
“Tread softly,
don't wake the dreamers. No.”
Bells toll, from the Grand City tower
It’s the waking hour, for most another day
The strings pull tight, and it rises
No surprises, just another...
Hiding the darkness from baby
"Speak softly, don't wake the dreamers
Tread softly, don't wake the dreamers. No."
Safe in your slumber
Safe with your finger pointing
Get up! It's just another day
...and It's almost like real
Hiding the darkness from babies
It’s the way to live, we’re told
Here, in our city of gold
Wake up man! Wake up!
AGE OF REASON
Is it all for certain?
Is it crystal clear?
That the path we have chosen
Was the way to right here
Is it really happy?
Is it really sad?
The old man can answer,
"Depends on what you've had"
In this age of reason
In this age of why
In this age reason
There’s still no answers
No room for fables
No time for dreams
It's the age of reason
It’s as strange as it seems
In this age of reason
In this age of why
In this age reason
There’s still no answers, for the curious child
THE MIGHTY MAZE
Here comes tomorrow
Here comes my exit and I’m ready
Here comes tomorrow
Here comes a fresh new point of view
Over your fashion and over the lies
Over your castles and walls of stone
Above this mighty maze
I can see clearly how it all ends
Above the mighty maze
I see individual paths and searchers
Over the judgments
Over religion
Over all the powers that be
It’s truth, It’s free
Over the holy politicians
Over all the powers that be
It’s truth, It’s free
HERE COMES TOMORROW
The stumbling mess
scurries around the room, late for early appointment
He’s making good pay, he knows how to play
If he follows the crowd, it just slows him down
“The clock hands are calling!"
It's an important day so he's dressed his best, presentation tight and
mean
It’s hard to breath, when you’re stone to the core
With heart and mind divided, his day pre-decided
Like the days before
Here comes tomorrow
Here comes the new day
Here comes the numbness
Here come the warrior
Here comes the drama
Here comes the second chance
There it goes
In evil schemes, on paper sealed
Diagrams with sketches of moons and starry fields
He’ll fold again
Like the days before
Here comes tomorrow
Here comes the new day
Here comes the numbness
Here come the warrior
Here comes the drama
Here comes the second chance
There it goes
Here comes the new day
STILL HERE
Here I am, back in
the saddle
Here I am, slipping and tumbling
This is where I dry my hat when it’s raining
Still Here
This is where, I sit when I’m writing
This is my, ink well and glass
This is where I often wonder
Why I’m still here
Sometimes, when I wonder
Sometime, will I disappear?
Into aire...
VALUE OF GOLD
Dear O’ dear!
There’s shackles on faithful
Dear O’dear! We’re all too weighted down
Coins in our pockets
Coins in the grain
Coins in our love
Coins
It’s in all that I read
It’s in all that I say, it’s in our speech
It’s in all that I fear
It’s in all that I want
It’s in everything I hear
The power in the faith
In the value of gold
Dear O’ dear!
There’s shackles on faithful
Dear O’dear! We all are too weighted down
Coins in our fountains
Coins in our food
Coins in our churches
It’s in everything I hear
It’s all that I do and don’t feel
It’s in all that I want
It’s in all that we write down for record
The power in the faith
In the value of gold
WONDERFUL DREAMERS
Wonderful dreamers
Wonderful times
But remember
Liars and deceivers
Wonderful dreamers
With dangerous plans
Wonderful dreamers
Wonderful
OTHER WORLDS
Another day
The routines calling
Tailor made
This suit, I designed for my comfort
Mine is lost
In Space and Time
All the worlds move other worlds that’s all
Beware what you say
The blessed ones are listening
Black is the day, in the smoke
of books that lay burning
Mine is lost
In Space and Time
All the worlds move other worlds that’s all
Goodnight...Sometimes it feels,
as if I’m amongst the stars
Sometimes Forces bring me down
Truth is a door, open and believe it
Not trying to destroy God
Just reveal him
"...clearly is an addition to my top five over the
past year"
Roberto Lambooy, Axiom Of Choice
"An
enjoyable album of refined and classic progressive rock..."
Luca Alberici ,Tales Of Wonder
Aire is the barrier between us and the stars. It is also a concept album based on the life of Galileo outlining the basic struggle between church and science in a somewhat personal manner. Act oneof the album is mostly about the basic frustrations of just trying to be someone of significance in a material world void of answers. Act two is the internal and external conflict between church, science and politics. Only in old age and death do the barriers finally dissolve.
A.B.
ACT II
EVERYDAY BUSINESS
Hey, ignite the footlights,
the player is here
Hey, it recites from memory
Hey, so all the world is just a stage
Hey, I’ve got my costume and I’m ready
The chandelier is raised
The musicians play a tune
And they call out for the actor
I’m always
I’m always, searching for applause
Listen for your cues
Remember your lines man
It’s everyday business
Breathe deeply
Before you go on
AUTUMN
There they go, robes
and officials
Uniforms, who can surface a smile on demand
Handshakes and reptiles
Progress and time
Just like the winter takes the elders
Look ‘round there’s autumn everywhere
Just like the winter takes the dreamer
Look ‘round, there’s autumn in his eyes
Galileo
BEYOND ALL REASON
Inside, the statues
are crumbling
Inside, it's all tumbling down
Lord, what do I say?
Lord, what should I wear?
Which way to heaven?
Inside, the dungeons are flooding
Inside there is question
Beyond the absolution of science
Beyond marble halls and closed doors
Beyond all reason
Watch the shepherds rise
To herd in error
Slick hands
Grabbing for what can’t be held
The priesthood is falling
ANGELS
Looking for angels
But, deceivers I see
Wanting the angels
For the deceiver in me
BLACK IS THE DAY
Black is the day
Over the Grand City
Images pass by a carriage window
Mothers’ calls should bring the children in
But for one, who’s fallen in the road
And through it all
A child stood and stared
Couldn’t say anything
Just closed his eyes
and dreamt of the angels
Just like at Christmas
Black is the day
Over Grand City
The driver whips the steeds
In fear I close the window
And through it all
The child stood and stared
Couldn’t say anything
He just closed his eyes
and dreamt of angels
Just like at Christmas
And through it all
And through it all
Time wasn’t moving
The world stood still
“Drive on
Driver, drive on”
FALL
The machine and me
The machine and me
Farther from you
Farther from me
From the silence of the cellars
Comes the threat that I fear
Farther from you
Farther from me
A different perspective
A leap of faith
Puts the machine in motion
The machine is direction
The machine is order
My dreams, let me get away from it all!
Sometimes I fly
Oooh, sometimes I fly
When the mathematicians sleeping
Paranoia is awake
Sometimes, I have Fantasy
And sometimes, Fantasy she has me
Sometimes I fly
Oooh, sometimes I fly
and sometimes I fall
Oooh, sometimes I fly
Oooh, and sometimes I fall
THE CALLING
Here is my home
Here is my favorite portrait
A daughter in painting…
Sometimes hear her
When I’m silent and tired
She says,
“Don’t run away
Face the storms
And hold on to your dreams…”
Here is my pillow
I feel myself tired and aging
I lay in the silence
And I listen...
“Don’t be low
Raise your head
Don’t run away
Face the storms
And hold on to your dreams
Even God was a dreamer”
LAST WORD
From my room, I hear
pendulums in motion
From my room, I hear time closing in
From this bed and these sheets of fire
I hear whispers all around me
There’s no math, that kills a fever
There is no math, in a loved ones eyes
Please don’t cry for this fading image
It’s the law of falling bodies
The last word of reason
Is love
Guess that’s all, the play is over
Guess that’s all, end of another
Please don’t cry for this fading image
It’s the law of falling bodies
BREATHING
Where the river flows
Without ditch or dam
It's where I am
Breathing
Where the flower grows
With just sun and rain
I'm awake again and
Breathing
The weight we carry
Ooh, let go
The weight we carry
Ooh, let go
Let it vanish
Into aire
the end
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