So whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition; you need to conceive
That the images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty.
Another World by Antony and the Johnson's.
I'm trying to get used to his voice.
Just like a photograph,
I pick you up.
Just like a station on the radio,
I pick you up.
Just like a face in the crowd,
I pick you up.
Just like a feeling that you're sending out,
I pick it up.
But I can't let you go.
If I let you go,
You slip into the fog... Kate Bush-The Fog
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, "Tho' all the world betray thee, One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
'The righteous stand before the darkness and the Maker shall guide their hand.'
So whatever makes you see, makes you believe
And forget about the premonition; you need to conceive
That the images they sell are illusion and dream
In other words, dishonesty.