This week I present to you a song by a band called Kansas. You've probably heard of them. If not, they are a prog-rock sort of band, with almost classical sounding songs, sometimes. They're one of my favorite bands. You can be sure there will be more of their songs on Mid-Week Music in the future. This is a beautiful song: one of their best, and that's saying a lot.
It also happens to be a song I get in my head whenever I do my Western Civilization classes for the Ron Paul Curriculum. (You will get to read some of the things I've written for them sooner or later). Anyway, this song was particularly stuck in my mind today. It is called... Byzantium.
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City resting on a hill
Can your walls repel the ti-ide of change?
Under Pantocrator's rule
Did your golden domes reveal
The frailty of the consequence?
The conqueror was real
Where the emperor once reigned
Only shadows of the glories remain
No one sings your plaintive song
Of the Cantechian strain
Echoing through heaven's gate
Too lovely to sustain
(chorus)
We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
Where is the road that takes us to
Byzantium?
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Once your borders had no end
And your dream was like a shi-ining light
To the nations you surround
Did your golden domes reveal
The frailty of the consequence?
The conqueror was real
We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
Where is the road that takes us to Byzantium?
(chorus)
We're looking back to see your frescoed walls
Where is the road that takes us to
Byzantium?
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