Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magna of Illusion, artist - Blue Öyster Cult. Date of issue: 05.05.1988
Song language: English
Magna of Illusion |
| Cornwall and the harbor |
| Where witches went mad more than once |
| And until this day in dreams at least |
| The lighthouse at Lost Christabel |
| Squat and hugely tilts |
| Upon the strand where Grandad’s house was built |
| And having stood the test of time |
| The starry gale the bloody tide |
| Grandad’s house though gaped with hooks |
| And filled with books |
| Could stand no more until |
| A certain prophecy |
| Once read, now stood |
| Before the world fulfilled |
| Now of these books in Grandad’s keep |
| Some of them were new but mostly they were old |
| And the oldest was a scroll |
| A prophecy that read |
| When the riddle begins |
| The story will end |
| August the First 1892 |
| And in the guise of destiny |
| Grandad quit Cornwall |
| «I'm a captain of a ship |
| My ship is charmed, and called Plutonia.» |
| Stories on land, storms at sea |
| 'Tween 1892 and '93 |
| When Grandad sailed for Mexico |
| Ships charmed and ordinary |
| Sailed the glide path to the sun |
| And when the sun proved false |
| As it always does |
| Some of them would be lost |
| And some would sail back home |
| It was no star |
| But a magna of illusion |
| I mean by that |
| The mirror found |
| In the chamber of jade grown like a seed |
| Deep within the ground |
| The mirror found |
| By one man |
| So on and off again |
| He sailed the Europe’s rim |
| On and off, off and on |
| Until his time had come |
| Through tears and smiles |
| The last domain |
| The rods of broken crystal |
| On and off, and off again |
| Until his time had come |
| Late to the story that had been |
| But early to the riddle not yet begun |
| August the First 1893 |
| The charmed ship Plutonia |
| Sailed like a ray into Cornwall |
| And none too soon it seems |
| That night the Captain’s granddaughter |
| Would celebrate her birthday |
| «I've come a long way,» said the Captain |
| «From Lost Christabel this night |
| Accompanied by my dog familiar |
| To blast your rafters with my surprise! |
| Granddaughter, it’s a foreign mirror |
| Taken from the jungle by crime!» |
| Stories on land, storms at sea |
| 'Tween 1892 and '93 |
| When Grandad sailed for Mexico |
| When tables collapse |
| And floors have filled |
| And the party’s over, it’s all over |
| Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom |
| I’ve warped the stuff of ground |
| What seems to be is not |
| Behind closed eyes |
| Realize your sight |
| Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise |
| More light than sun |
| More dark than night then |
| More a snare than lust |