Released: August 10, 2018
Featuring: Alan Watts
Songwriter: A Narkiewicz & Alan Watts
Producer: Akira The Don
The fact that life is transient
Is part of its 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 spirits
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 itself
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
[Laughs]
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 its 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 spirits
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 itself
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
[Laughs]
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
WATTSWAVE IV: DREAMS
- Any Dream You Wanted
- You Have To Come Down
- Always Hoping
- Our Revels Now Are Ended
- Don’t Do It
- Playing At Being You
- Everybody Is God
- The Power Of Omnipotence
- Agrarian Society
- Kalpa
- Sound of The Waves
- If You Were God
- Cosmic Mail Parent
- Godhead
- Play!
- Music (The Angels Fly Because They Take Themselves Lightly)
- God in Disguise
- Atman is Brahman
- That!
- Any Dream You Wanted 2
- WATTSWAVE IV: DREAMS (2018)
- Full Metal Alchemist (i Walter White)
- Too Sweet To Be Sour
- Thanks For All The Aids!
- Love
- Liverpool
- Clones
- Patrick
- Be a Plumber
- Heaven and Hell Pt. 1
- The Mysterious
- Those Who Have Everything
- Agreeable and Conscientious
- Music is Everything
- What Would You Be, What Would You Do?
- Tarantulas
- Lunchbucket
- 42 Rules for Life
- Strength
- Suicide
- Stand Up Straight With Your Shoulders Back
- Treat Yourself Like Someone You Are Responsible For Helping
- Make Friends With People Who Want The Best For You
- Compare Yourself To Who You Were Yesterday, Not To Who Someone Else Is Today
- Don’t Let Your Children Do Anything That Makes You Dislike Them