Golden Age


THE TRAVELLER (NARRATION):

I lay on the ground stunned as a pitiless hail rained down soaking me. I was on what seemed to be a small lawn surrounded by bushes. Through the veil of the downpour, I discerned a colossal white stone figure — a sphinx-like creature crouched on a bronze pedestal — and beyond that loomed the indistinct grey shapes of huge buildings.

I got up and turned to the Time Machine. The dial showed 802,701 AD! I looked up again at the crouching white form, and wondered: what had happened to man during that immense interval? Had he become something cruel and inhuman?

The curtain of hail was swept aside, vanishing like the trailing garments of a ghost. Above me, in the intense blue of the summer sky, faint wisps of cloud whirled to nothingness and I began to look less fearfully at this world of the remote future.

So far as I could see, the world displayed harmony and beauty. There was an abundance of blossom-laden trees, flowers and great buildings laced with intricate parapets and columns. Out across the broad river valley I saw the Thames, shifted, perhaps, a mile from its present course — the water shone like silver and the land faded into the serenity of the sky.

Beyond the White Sphinx I saw a palace-like building of altogether colossal dimensions. My curiosity prevailed. I unscrewed the levers that would set the machine in motion, put them in my pocket and hurried past the sphinx towards the building.

The entrance opened into a great hall. The floor, made up of huge white metal blocks, was heavily worn in places as if from the going to and fro of past generations. As I walked between innumerable rows of polished malachite tables it then struck me how dilapidated everything looked. Many of the stained-glass windows were broken and the tables were cracked and covered in dust.

I emerged from the great hall into the warmth of the setting sun. The world was silent, utterly silent. There were no sounds of animals, cries of birds or the stir that makes the background of life. I climbed to the top of the nearest crest and looked out upon a landscape of ruinous splendour. Where was Man? Had he, along with the other animal life, followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction?

Side: 1 Track: 4 Duration: 7.30 Mood: Bright, airy, bold, hopeful and optimistic but tinged with wistful sadness/nostalgia later on BPM: Key: Status: Not completed.
Notes: Music stops dead in 'The Geometry of Time' when the traveller pulls the lever. Perspective now shifts from being inside the machine to the view of and English garden on a perfect summer's day - blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Completely still except for a gentle breeze, but then the time machine, this whirring brass contraption rips its way into this idyllic setting and disturbs the equilibirium. The atmosphere shifts, becoming optimistic and open. Gentle, bright and airy. Ends a little sadly and wistful in disappointment in Eloi, lost intellect - Sunset of Mankind This song is bold and about Utopia. hope dreams aspirations perfection. Mankind is capable of solving his problems. Concept idea: is that each song represents the Time Traveller discovering/unraveling another layer of the mystery of this new world. Looking to create some nostalgic swirl towards the end of the piece - sound like a bleached out, old sepia photograph, delicate, fragile, beautiful, fading and falling apart.