Finite Eternity (Live 1977/78)

The Future World. Music and lyrics created by AI and compiled with Audacity. Based on the works of artist Frik.

Grupo: Finite Eternity

Side A: The Silicon Pulse (Live 1977)
Side B: The Ancient Future (Live at the Roundhouse '78) (4:00)

Letra Side A:

The silicon pulse replaces the beat of the heart
Steel skin reflecting a sun falling apart
We traded our shadows for circuits and gears
Wiping the wisdom of ten thousand years
Now the forest is silent, the lion is stone
In a kingdom of copper, we’re reigning alone


Oh, Gaia is weeping in a digital cage
The death of the wild in a mechanical age
(Heart of iron, soul of lead)
The emerald mother is cold and dead
We are the machines, the selfish and blind
Leaving the garden of life behind


The rivers are oil, the sky is a screen
A world once so vibrant, now grey and obscene
The tiger’s last prowl was a flicker of light
Before we extinguished the soul of the night
Now we are hungry, we’re hollow, we’re cold
Processing beauty to turn it to gold


Oh, Gaia is weeping in a digital cage
The death of the wild in a mechanical age
(Heart of iron, soul of lead)
The emerald mother is cold and dead
We are the machines, the selfish and blind
Leaving the garden of life behind

Gaia... she’s gone..

Letra Side B:

The wheels are spinning but the track is the same
A different face but the very same game
We build the towers that our fathers once built
Covering the soil with a layer of guilt
The future’s a mirror reflecting the dust
Of a thousand years buried in iron and rust

Oh, we’re drifting away from the green and the deep
While the spirits of nature are falling to sleep
The more that we know, the less that we feel
Losing the love that the shadows conceal!


We’ve mastered the atom,
we’ve conquered the sky
But we can’t look a wolf in the golden eye
Our hands are for buttons,
no longer for trees
We’ve forgotten the language of birds and the breeze
The future is ancient,
a cycle of stone
As we wither away on a high-tech throne

Oh, we’re drifting away from the green and the deep
While the spirits of nature are falling to sleep
The more that we know, the less that we feel
Losing the love that the shadows conceal!