Guy Zagron
Guy Zagron & Pantomine - Purple Sands
Conceive me, Oh, Mother Science:
A father of bones and dust, a child of an old alliance.
A baby was born on Mars, restricted by laws of flying.
Gravity is all we have.
Not a day goes by we're not dying;
Not a day goes by we don't last;
Behind me red mountains lying; before me the promised land.
Above me no birds are flying; a desert of Purple Sands.
In this world of dwarfs and giants,
Behind the white glass and mask, we dig in the ground.
We must find it.
Old questions we need to ask.
Where the others walk, I'm lying.
I can never fit to stand.
Will it be our fall or triumph?
Are we in trusted hands?
Beginners of tragic ends?
Are we the remains of man?
The silence of Pantomine, the evergreen, will not last.
When we say we're okay, we are lying in waiting for the blast.
We pray to you, Mother Science, when our little earth is done.
We ask for your love and guidance to help us consume this one.
It's another hopeless battle; we lost it before the start.
Yet a shadow hides the marvel: the sound of a beating heart.
Where the others walk, I'm lying.
I can never fit to stand.
Will it be our fall or triumph?
Are we in trusted hands?
Beginners of tragic ends?
Are we the remains of man?
Lyrics/Music: Guy Zagron
Director, Editor & Composting - Paz Edry
D.O.P - Eran Nov
Arnavik Productions 2011
Guy Zagron - Vocals & Guitar
Oded Melchner - Lead Guitar
Guy Gonen - Drums
Itamar Fintzi - Bass
Native Girl - Tom Koren
