Mike Scott Quotes

Flags, rags, ferryboats, scimitars and scarves
every precious dream and vision underneath the stars
You climbed on the ladder
with the wind in your sails
you came like a comet
blazing your trail
too high, too far, too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

I'm gonna look twice at you until I see the Christ in you when I'm lookin through the eyes of love..

Ain't no words for the things I'm feeling ain't no tongue can tell no name for the song my soul's revealing and all is very well…

You're trying to make sense
of something that you just don't see
You're trying to make sense now
and you know you once held the key
But that was the river
this is the sea.

I have drowned
in the big sea
now I find I'm still alive
And I'm coming up forever
shadows all behind me
ecstacy to come

Seek the light find the light feel the light be the light.

Some say the Gods are just a myth
but guess Who I've been dancing with...
The Great God Pan is alive!

This light is for the world. Send out from this wooden frame a beacon made of holy flame like a bridge across the morning sky from candle to the hills of high this light is for the world.

He made all Manhattan shake and every street and sidewalk quake his stratocaster caused the mighty Empire State to vibrate

How long will I want you? As long as you want me to And longer by far

She is everywhere and noplace
Like a breath or like a wind
she moves among men
They would seek to hold her as a prize
But she is in the shadows,
the ocean and the sand
She is everywhere and noplace,
Her church not made with hands Uncontained by man.

I feel you move me in such sweet silence always dancing, always dancing never ever getting tired

I pictured a rainbow you held it in your hands
I had flashes but you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon.

At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm
on the very night the Christ was born
a sailor heard from overhead
a mighty voice cry "Pan is Dead!"
So follow Christ as best you can
Pan is dead — Long live Pan!

I've lived here before in days of old I recognise these buildings in my soul I know each winding road and every rise is friendly and familiar to my eyes