Magna Of Illusion Lyrics - Imaginos - Blue Oyster Cult

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 Granddad's house was built 

And having stood the test of time 

The starry gale the bloody tide 

Granddad'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 Granddad'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 

Granddad 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 Granddad 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 Granddad 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