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Advent (abridged)

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1.
Maginot Line 05:58
Call to arms! See the vandals at the gates. Sound alarms! The hounds asleep, the hour late. Perfect teeth … smile, assure to bad intent. Just underneath … a sneer can hardly veil contempt. They come bearing sweets for the children, Innocents lost by parental consent, While ghosts from the past led the forces in vain, Glory’s moment now theirs to prevent. ----- CHORUS Fine cafés on the Maginot Line And the river’s high today. (The river’s high.) What’s to fear? Have one more glass of wine, They’re still miles away. (There’s time.) Fine cafés on the Maginot Line. Glories past will sin the day. (We’ve got yesterday.) Victory’s just a fait accompli away. ----- Sneak attack! Truths reversed and put to flight. Bar the facts! White is black and darkness light. Graves without dates, without crosses. New rules for a new kind of war, Yet the quarry believed the defenses would hold Just because they had held once before. (repeat chorus)
2.
I can remember when I touched her hand, It was warm and as white and as soft as the sand. And the waves in her hair could submerge a man’s heart With an action that renders the genders apart. But I loved her best under unclouded skies Where the moonlight collected and spilled from her eyes. She could not be happy; she lived with a doubt, A terrible yearning that had to come out. And she laughed at good fortune and pitied the rest, But each of us thought that the other knew best. So she bided her time, though it just made things worse, And what started as drama turned into a curse. Alison waits for me down by the sea. She never knew what she wanted to be. Sail away, there and back, Up from the deep where the green turns to black. My Alison’s calling to me. (I hear her calling, she is calling.) Alison’s calling to me. (development) She had her own reasons for leaving me then, I prayed to the ocean to free her again From the clutch of lost souls in their watery graves, ’Cause nothing kills time like the beat of the waves. And once time is destroyed, there’s no meaning to grief. When a love has no future, it lives on belief.
3.
Growing out of the glass pane, blossoming Into your face like a flower. Itself, it catches all, Catches all the detritus of an age. Dredging up memories of front seat, And back, and all the places we have gone. The places we have gone And all the hours we spent in your car. (development) A tassel from your first education hangs, Hangs limply over the desiccated flowers. The desiccated flowers. And even dead flowers mean something. And yes, even dead flowers.
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More than meets the eye.
5.
Today fuel is no bargain and the roads are wide and long. There’s an all-night café nearby and they make the coffee strong. They say that travel often helps a youthful mind to grow, But you knew before you began, there was nowhere else to go. A cruise ship for the Balkan states is leaving here next week, With a gourmet galley underneath a halo on its peak. And it really doesn’t matter if it travels fast or slow, ’Cause you knew before you began, there was nowhere else to go. ----- CHORUS Home, before you had begun, there was nowhere else to go. (Home … you knew right at the start, no … where else to go?) ----- So if you think your happiness lies always further east And urges feast upon your soul like some internal beast, Then keep in mind before you pack your bags for Tokyo That it matters not how you try, there was nowhere else to go. (repeat chorus)
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In The Tree 04:30
On the branch, at the top Of the tree with the swing, In the woods, on the street by the school, Where we meet…. I will sit and I’ll wait, ’Cause they said they would come After class is let out. And we’re friends (and we’re friends), There’s no doubt. And we meet every day, And we climb all the way To the top of the tree if we can, Just to see … if we can. And the tree is so tall As I look all around, I could sway in the breeze alone Amidst all this Brown and green. boy in the tree his friends Where can they be? Where can they be? Oh, how can they be…. There’s just us three. Why should I … (Not even two to a team….) There’s just us! When they should How can they be … Be here with me? When they should be here? (When they should be here!) (When they should be here!) Now the sun’s going down, As I sit on the branch At the top of the tree with the swing, Out here, still in the woods. On the street, by the school Where we meet every day After class is let out. And we’re still friends. No, there’s no doubt.

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A collection of all the original material from Advent's long out-of-print self-titled debut album

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released April 10, 1997

Alan Benjamin: guitars, bass, violin, keyboards, vocals
Henry Ptak: keyboards, electronic percussion, lead vocals
Mark Ptak: keyboards, percussion, lead vocals
Mike Carroll: drums

Cover art by the edge of Oblivion

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Advent Bridgewater, New Jersey

Perhaps a modern equivalent to the symphonic side of classic English progressive-rock groups like Gentle Giant, (early) Genesis, and Procol Harum, but with a little Tubes-style funk and the occasional jazz-rock flourish as well, Advent seeks to blend true classical-quality composition with the excitement and dynamics of rock music. ... more

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