[97 하반기] 44. Savatage - The Hourglass

[1997 하반기] 44. Savatage - The Hourglass

Savatage - The Wake of Magellan ('97, 10th)

1. The Ocean (instrumental) [1:33]

2. Welcome [2:11]

3. Turns to Me [6:01]

4. Morning Sun [5:49]

5. Another Way [4:35]

6. Blackjack Guillotine [4:33]

7. Paragons of Innocence [5:33]

8. Complaint in the System (Veronica Guerin) [2:37]

9. Underture (instrumental) [3:52]

10. The Wake of Magellan [6:10]

11. Anymore [5:16]

12. The Storm (instrumental) [3:45]

13. The Hourglass [8:05]

Jon Oliva - Keyboards, Vocals (lead) (5, 7)

Chris Caffery - Guitars, Vocals (backing)

Al Pitrelli - Guitars, Vocals (backing)

Jeff Plate - Drums

Johnny Lee Middleton - Bass, Vocals (backing)

Zak Stevens - Vocals

with

Robert Kinkel - Keyboards (additional)

The wake of Magellan is based on two real life events. The first occurred less than a year before this album was released when the captain of a freighter threw three Romanian stowaways overboard in the middle of the Atlantic. A fourth stowaway was saved by the courageous action of a deckhand who risked his own life to protect the youth. 

The second event regarded the Irish reporter Veronica Guerin who died fighting the growth of the drug trade in her country. Her death may accomplish what she could not in life. 

These events are combined into the story of an old Spanish sailor, who has decided to end his life by sailing his small boat out into the Atlantic until it sinks. In his mind he has romanticized this decision as a glorious, Viking-esque way to die. When the ocean winds push him into a great storm, and he believes that his wish is about to be granted in a great dramatic fashion, he suddenly sees a man drowning in the ocean. In an instant he finds himself taking back every wish for death's embrace, and fights to save this soul. After many twists and turns, he is able to save the stowaway that had been thrown overboard. Returning to land, he now realizes that not only every life is precious but also every hour of that life.

13. The Hourglass

Standing alone by the edge of a river 

He's traded his life for a glass full of tears 

The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer 

When the sand's running out and the ending is near 

The ending is near 

The ending is... 

The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean 

He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take 

Then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller 

The ship was his coffin this moment his wake 

Runaway reasons, runaway seasons 

Time is a treason that I give back to you now 

The wind touched the sail and the ship moved the ocean 

The wind from the storm set the course she would take 

From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean 

From the wake of Magellan to Magellan's wake 

Runaway reasons, runaway seasons 

Everything in it, hours and minutes 

You take tomorrow, because it means nothing... ...to me... to me... to me 

In the dark he heard a whisper asking him to understand 

In the desert look for water, on the ocean look for land 

In the dark he heard a whisper asking him to understand 

In the desert look for water, on the ocean look for land 

And there in the waves was a man in his grave 

That he saw in the night 'tween the flashes of light 

And he could not be there 

And all he had prayed or had given away 

He now found to be wrong in the grip of the storm 

And he could not be there 

Could you keep our lives together 

Safely back onto the shore? 

Could you grant this last illusion? 

Only this and nothing more 

Could you keep our lives together 

Safely back onto the shore? 

Could you grant this last illusion? 

Only this and nothing more 

And all at once the heavens bled their fire 

The anchor broke, the chains, they flew away 

And suddenly the waves were reaching higher 

in the dark I thought I heard them say: 

Could you keep our lives together 

Safely back onto the shore? 

Could you grant this last illusion? 

Only this and nothing more... 

Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow 

Everything I ever had for just one more night 

And if this is not to be, I pray could I borrow 

Just another final hour onto my life... 

Did you ever really want to... 

Lord, tell me how it will be... 

Standing once more by a boat on a river 

He pushes it off while he stays on the land 

And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer 

Which someone had refilled by hand 

And somewhere that boat's now adrift on the ocean 

The mast at full sail and there's no one on board 

The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean 

Only his footprints all alone on the shore 

...and soon they're no more...