Don’t want to be a face in a Past Life Gallery.
Don’t want to be an x-owner of this life
How does it all work?
How does it appear at last?

How many more rivers to cross before we come home?
How many thousands of galleries will we each fill?
Millions of memories all forgotten over time.
All our loved ones fade away into the past.

Death waits for us in whatever shape you perceive.
Death and time for a rest.
Rest a while it’s lovely.
It’s soothing to rest.

It’s time to slow down.
Your old life.
Your old man suit.
Yeah.

Your old brain is tired of thinking it all through.
Your old haunts de-haunted.
Your old hints re-hinted

They say Buddah could see his Past Life Gallery.
They say Buddah knew who he was at last.

All the criminals
All the saints
All the Jokers
All the Deuces

All the lives down the drain
All the long lives of toil
All the short lives of joy
All the sad lives of triumph
All the proud lives of despair

Come and check it out!
Who I was.
Which part of me was them.
Are we pearls on a string?

I don’t want to lose myself again.
I’m happy being me.

Love swirls around your feet like leaves
You pull on faces
You pull on lives
You pull on the chain

You were a beggar man for the king

You had your turn
Your turn in the sun
You were the emperor of Rome
You were some stupid Nero

You were a slave to a slave
And you were a Caucasian goat girl
You were everybody else
And how you lived and died

And how you came back
And how you don’t remember

Roll Out Roll Out Roll Out
The Gallery of Past Lives

If only you could see them stretched out like a river in the sun
As you flow down the stream so merrily
Rushed over rapid cities
And Bombay from the air

You come back and you come back and you come back again
Can’t even remember who you’ve been
Come and visit the Gallery of Past Lives
Come and see who you used to be

A tapestry weaving back to this earthly earth
You have always been arriving here
Destiny draws you on
Fate kicks you in the pants

People round here say you’re a witch
They’re intrigued in seeing you roast
They really intend to burn you my friend
I think that’s the bit they like most

Lords and Priests and Talking Beasts
Golden Calves and Telepaths
Crystal Skulls and screaming Girls
Woman glows tattooed with Snow
Colored mist man with fist
Men are strong when days are long
Dragons glide on Mountain Side

The show must go on
These people have paid
Standing in the wings
Feeling kinda sick
The fog sweeps down
Over the Marine city
Standin back stage
Trying to put on my shoes

Then I step out
Strangest reflection
In a strangers eyes

So the magician drifts away
And the noise dies down
Life goes on as before
All the people start to frown
And the children never tell
What his secrets were

Radiance

He can change wine into water
Caller against caller
Playing little tricks for you
Puts them in a fix for you

Smashes your watch with a hammer
Impresses you off camera
And says the magic words
That nobody has ever heard

And he does the indian rope trick
The one that makes you seasick
He keeps on climbing up and up
And you just keep on backing up

Some of it’s done with mirrors
Some of it’s done with scissors
And some of it’s done with cables
And his hands under the table

It doesn’t matter you want to believe
It doesn’t matter if you have to leave
You won’t escape his orbit
And the things that you must forfeit

And the audience seemed familiar
And some of them in particular
And when it came time to dance
They played his game of chance

You think that he has missed
Now you’ve fallen into his abyss

The Disillusionist is back again…