On a long winters evening,
Between the moonlight and the stars,
There's a place where only I can go.
A place in my mind that darkness shares with the light,
And a dream is the mirror to my soul.
I dream of riding shotgun to the stars,
On the wings of a song that no one knows.
I dream of walking barefoot in the sand,
And the times, the times I spent with you.
A quiet acceptance of what’s out of my hands,
Is a road that I must travel on,
But when the darkness comes,
And the daytime slips away,
My mind is in the Twilight Zone.
I dream of riding shotgun to the stars,
On the wings of a song that no one knows.
I dream of walking barefoot in the sand,
And the times, the times I spent with you.
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As with previous releases this is a solid album from start to finish which continues the storyline, themes and signatures perfectly.
'Enigma' and 'Another Same' are on par with or superior to many commercial offerings by established prog artists.
The Waters, Wilson and Hayward influences shine through once more but I also hear song writing very much in the style of Difford and Tilbrook, 'Trough of War' & 'Another Same' probably being the best examples.
These chaps are the real deal!
rex-the-younger
supported by 44 fans who also own “The Twilight Zone”
BBT are standard bearers for modern prog, with a sound that evokes the spirit of those legendary 70s bands whilst managing to also be thoroughly contemporary. It's astonishing that over 30 minutes of music of this quality, with such high production values, is being made available for free - and their full albums are also very reasonably priced... Eleventh Earl of Blah