Ridge Runner -Jack Parsons 2
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@ David L Gordon
2026-04-02 11:00:45
歌詞
[🌌 Act II: Crater on the Moon]
Verse 2
A crater carved in lunar stone,
His name etched deep, forever alone.
Aerojet’s child, the booster king,
Built the wings for angels to sing.
[Spoken by Jack Parsons]
“They said I was dangerous, too wild to trust, A prophet with powder, a poet of thrust. My papers locked in vaults of steel, My voice erased, my truth concealed. Science was meant to set us free, But now it kneels to authority. The priesthood wears a lab coat now, And bows before the sacred cow. Security is the only word, The only song they’ve ever heard. No questions asked, no dreams allowed, Just silence wrapped in a concrete shroud.
I built the flame, I lit the sky, But they clipped my wings and asked me why. I spoke of stars, they spoke of war— And locked the future behind a door.”
[Chorus]
But freedom cuts with twin-edged steel,
And truth is something you must feel.
He warned of tyrants dressed as saints,
Of dogmas drawn in blood-red paints.
Spoken Interlude (echoed voice)
"Science, regimented, straight-jacketed, scared..."
"Security — the only word they dare..."
⚖️
[Act III: Sword of the Mind]
Verse 3
He saw the Left and Right both blind,
Each with chains to bind the mind.
No saviors, no fuhrers, no sacred cows,
Just liberty — here, and now.
[Spoken by Jack Parsons]
“No sacred cows, no holy scripts, No chains of thought, no censorship. I won’t bow down to your polite decay, I’ll scream the truth and walk away. You want your science sanitized, Your prophets lobotomized. But I’ve seen gods in rocket flame, And I won’t play your quiet game.
No sacred cows in my parade, No velvet ropes, no rules obeyed. I’ll dance on graves of old ideas, And toast the death of your career fears.”
[Chorus]
He loathed the Red and feared the Black,
But never turned from truth or cracked.
He stood for speech, for heretics' flame,
For every soul to stake its claim.
Bridge
"We are one world, one fate, one cry,"
"Suppress your brother — and you die."
The slum and Wall Street share one face,
The coolie’s fall, America’s disgrace.
Verse 2
A crater carved in lunar stone,
His name etched deep, forever alone.
Aerojet’s child, the booster king,
Built the wings for angels to sing.
[Spoken by Jack Parsons]
“They said I was dangerous, too wild to trust, A prophet with powder, a poet of thrust. My papers locked in vaults of steel, My voice erased, my truth concealed. Science was meant to set us free, But now it kneels to authority. The priesthood wears a lab coat now, And bows before the sacred cow. Security is the only word, The only song they’ve ever heard. No questions asked, no dreams allowed, Just silence wrapped in a concrete shroud.
I built the flame, I lit the sky, But they clipped my wings and asked me why. I spoke of stars, they spoke of war— And locked the future behind a door.”
[Chorus]
But freedom cuts with twin-edged steel,
And truth is something you must feel.
He warned of tyrants dressed as saints,
Of dogmas drawn in blood-red paints.
Spoken Interlude (echoed voice)
"Science, regimented, straight-jacketed, scared..."
"Security — the only word they dare..."
⚖️
[Act III: Sword of the Mind]
Verse 3
He saw the Left and Right both blind,
Each with chains to bind the mind.
No saviors, no fuhrers, no sacred cows,
Just liberty — here, and now.
[Spoken by Jack Parsons]
“No sacred cows, no holy scripts, No chains of thought, no censorship. I won’t bow down to your polite decay, I’ll scream the truth and walk away. You want your science sanitized, Your prophets lobotomized. But I’ve seen gods in rocket flame, And I won’t play your quiet game.
No sacred cows in my parade, No velvet ropes, no rules obeyed. I’ll dance on graves of old ideas, And toast the death of your career fears.”
[Chorus]
He loathed the Red and feared the Black,
But never turned from truth or cracked.
He stood for speech, for heretics' flame,
For every soul to stake its claim.
Bridge
"We are one world, one fate, one cry,"
"Suppress your brother — and you die."
The slum and Wall Street share one face,
The coolie’s fall, America’s disgrace.
音楽のスタイル
Classical, Metal, Neo Folk, Funk, Techno, Mysterious, Dark, Cinematic, Spoken Word, Choir, Harmonized Vocals, Organ, Rhythm Guitar, Laid-Back, Groovy, Harp, Drums, Congas, Bass, French Horn, Piano