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  1. Dust

From the recording The Road to Elfland

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Every politician should be required to read Shelley's poem Ozymandias.

Lyrics

From underneath the desert sands, a thousand buried Pharoahs cry "Dust!"
And underneath the Coliseum, catacombs and mausoleums, emperors cry "Dust!"
On the seven hills of Rome and on the promised thousand years: Dust!
And out of fallen Babylon, there comes a line of mighty rulers marching, into dust

And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls
Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls
Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets
And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust

Over all the watching Watchers, and the Watchers watching them: dust
And in some vault of memory, the wind erodes the clock of history, winding down to dust
On some fallen hero's grave, forgotten by the history pages: dust
And from the bones of Gilgamesh, there blows a wind that covers all the follows, bringing dust

And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls
Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls
Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets
And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust

Under the trumpets and banners, a king goes to war
Dreaming of glory that lasts him, evermore..

But underneath the desert sands, a thousand buried Pharoahs cry "Dust!"
And underneath the Coliseum, catacombs and mausoleums, emperors cry "Dust!"

And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls
Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls
Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets
And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust