(An Electrified Fairy Tale)
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This is an electrified fairy tale. If you've never heard of an electrified
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fairy tale, just picture little fairies with wee tiny electric guitars.
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Once upon a time [not long ago] in a land not far from here, there was a place
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called Harmony. Everyone in Harmony was happy and this "joie devivre" was
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guarded by their invisible patron, the muse Singring. But jealous forces, and
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there are always jealous forces in such tales, have conspired to capture the
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spirit, imprisoning it in [an instrument of glass, locking it in] a chest with
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four keys, and casting the keys to the four corners of the earth so that only
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four particularly brave and talented individuals might retrieve them. It is
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here that our story begins.
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There's a rumor I heard that's going 'round town
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Someone's captured Singring, Singring
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Come hear the news, come hurry on down
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Down to the old town square
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The announcer wipes at his eyes, he's trying to hide
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See it in his face, tell by his expression
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The secret knowledge that claws to escape as he cried
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Day of infamy, someone's captured Singring
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Day of tragedy, someone's captured Singring
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Now what shall we do, what shall we do now?
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And if you take a look around, Harmony is dying
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Someone trapped the spirit in a glass guitar
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And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
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Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar
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There's a rumor I heard that's going around
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Someone's saving Singring, Singring
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Come hear the summons, hurry on down
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Down to the village green
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And the spokesman speaks for us all, together we call
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Brave adventurers, warriors, and free men
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Conquer self and so in the end save us all
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Conquer earth and wind, conquer fire and water
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Brave adventurers, come and save us all
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And if you fail to win the keys, Harmony is dying
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Trapped away forever in a glass guitar
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And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying
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Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar
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Having gathered on the green, the brave adventurers of the land march off in
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search of the keys. Their quest leads them first to the river's edge.
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Lead me to the water
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Pass me my flagon of wine
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I said show me to the water
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Quick before I change my mind
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I go down to the river and bravely the rapids I row
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Over the falls to the bottomless pool
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and it's down to the bottom I go
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Only one has the courage to dive into the river and brave the bottomless pool
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in search of the first key.
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Let the four winds blow icy breath before me
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Storms will never keep me from the glass guitar
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Hurricanes may scream, I will never feel it
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'Til I find the key that leads me to the glass guitar
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Only one has the courage to wander the desert [alone] and brave the eternal
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winds in search of the second key
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Fire can never burn me
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Flames can not catch me - faster am I
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Blazes never faze me
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Barefoot I walk hot coals for a mile
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My sword is tempered, my loins are girded in steel
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Make my way to the heart of the forest of flames
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And if I do my best and don't stop to rest
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I may pass the test and capture the key that opens the chest
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Only one has the courage to make his way into the forest of flames and brave
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the fire-breathing dragon in search of the third key.
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I will climb the face of the highest mountain
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Whilst Singring calls crying from the glass guitar
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Though the earth may shake let the planet tremble
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Steady will I struggle onward to the glass guitar
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Only one has the courage to climb to the top of the highest mountain in search
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of the fourth key.
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Having scaled the mountain and finding no key, the climber begins chopping
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madly at the ground with his pickax, causing the mountain to split in two,
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revealing the last key.
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Now in possession of all four keys, the brave adventurers march triumphantly
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into the valley of silence to open the chest, smash the glass guitar, and free
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the spirit of Harmony.
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Singring and the Glass Guitar
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Utopia |