Legend is born!

Xth Karfagen album “Echoes from within Dragon Island” on its way!

Magical symphonic art rock instrumental suite!

Pure treat for all who missed this true enjoyment of the glorious Art Rock!

Pre-orders: Ending of January on

http://www.caerllysimusic.co.uk/

To be released: 11th of February 2019! Stay tuned!

Music inspired by the works of Robert Louis Stevenson. The songs are epic, the music has passion and meaning, and the tone ebbs and flows as pure Prog Rock should.

Containing four tracks, three tracks exceeding 15 minutes for each of the three parts named after the album title along with the short acoustic gentle ballad "My Bed is a Boat".

Antony has created another new world, incorporating classical music elements, enhanced by such instruments as the flute, French horn and violin amongst others.

With Lyrics, based on poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson, such as "The Land of Story-Books" and "The Little Land" - the album plays as a movie in the mind.

Along with new musical guests, and the return of the talented Max Velychko on guitar, the album takes you on a journey of bliss and wonder.

Antony has woven his richest tapestry of music yet!

REVIEWS:

• Lyrics

   

  Echoes from within Dragon Island

   

  Symphonic art rock suite based on lyrics by Robert Louis Stevenson

   

  1. Dragon Island Suite Part 1

   

  When at home alone I sit

  And am very tired of it,

  I have just to shut my eyes

  To go sailing through the skies –

  To go sailing far away

  To the pleasant Land of Play;

  To the fairy land afar

  Where the Little People are;

  Where the clover-tops are trees,

  And the rain-pools are the seas,

  And the leaves, like little ships,

  Sail about on tiny trips;

  And above the Daisy tree

  Through the grasses,

  High o`erhead the Bumble Bee

  Hums and passes.

   

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

   

  In that forest to and fro

  I can wander, I can go;

  See the spider and the fly,

  And the ants go marching by,

  Carrying parcels with their feet

  Down the green and grassy street.

  I can in the sorrel sit

  Where the ladybird alit.

   

  I can climb the jointed grass

  And on high

  See the greater swallows pass

  In the sky,

  And the round sun rolling by

  Heeding no such things as I.

   

  Through that forest I can pass

  Till, as in a looking-glass,

  Humming fly and daisy tree

  And my tiny self I see,

  Painted very clear and neat

  On the rain-pool at my feet.

  Should a leaflet come to land

  Drifting near to where I stand,

  Straight I`ll board that tiny boat

  Round the rain-pool sea to float!

  Round the rain-pool sea to float!

   

  Little thoughtful creatures sit

  On the grassy coasts of it;

   

  Little things with lovely eyes

  See me sailing with surprise.

  Some are clad in armour green –

  (These have sure to battle been!) –

  Some are pied with ev`ry hue,

  Black and crimson, gold and blue;

  Some have wings and swift are gone;

  But they all look kindly on.

  Some are pied with ev`ry hue,

  Black and crimson, gold and blue.

   

  2. Dragon Island Suite Part 2

   

  All the names I know from nurse:

  Gardener`s garters, Shepherd`s purse,

  Bachelor`s buttons, Lady`s smock,

  And the Lady Hollyhock.

  Fairy places, fairy things,

  Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,

  Tiny trees for tiny dames –

  This must all be fairy names!

   

  Tiny woods below whose boughs

  Shady fairies weave a house;

  Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,

  Where the braver fairies climb!

   

  Fair are grown-up people`s trees,

  But the fairest woods are these;

  Where, if I were not so tall,

  I should live for good and all.

  And all about was mine, I said,

  The little sparrows overhead,

  This was the world and I was king;

  For me the bees came by to sing.

   

  I called the little pool a sea;

  The little hills were big to me;

  I made a boat, I made a town,

  I searched the caverns up and down,

  And named them one and all.

   

  I played there were no deeper seas,

  Nor any wider plains than these,

  Nor other kings than me.

   

  Picture-books in Winter

   

  Summer fading, winter comes –

  Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,

  Window robins, winter rooks,

  And the picture story-books.

  Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,

  In the picture story-books.

  Water now is turned to stone

  Nurse and I can walk upon;

  Still we find the flowing brooks

  In the picture story-books.

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

  How am I to sing your praise,

  Happy chimney-corner days,

  Sitting safe in nursery nooks,

  Reading picture story-books?

  Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,

  In the picture story-books.

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

   

   

  Up into the cheery tree.

  Who should climb but little me?

  I held the trunk with both my hands

  And looked abroad in foreign lands.

   

  I saw the next door garden lie,

  Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

  And many pleasant places more

  That I had never seen before.

   

  I saw the dimpling river pass

  And be the sky`s blue looking-glass;

  The dusty roads go up and down

  With people tramping in to town.

   

  If I could find a higher tree

  Farther and farther I should see,

  To where the grown-up river slips

  Into the sea among the ships,

   

  To where the road on either hand

  Lead onward into fairy land,

  Where all the children dine at five,

  And all the playthings come alive!

   

  3. My Bed is a Boat

   

  My bed is like a little boat;

  Nurse helps me in when I embark;

  She girds me in my sailor`s coat

  And starts me in the dark.

  At night I go on board and say

  Good-night to all my friends on shore;

  I shut my eyes and sail away

  And see and hear no more.

  And sometimes things to bed I take,

  As prudent sailors have to do;

  Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,

  Perhaps a toy or two.

  All night across the dark we steer;

  But when the day returns at last,

  Safe in my room beside the pier,

  I find my vessel fast.

   

  4. Dragon Island Suite Part 3

   

  Valley of the Kings

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

  Story, story, story!

   

  We may see how all things are

  Seas and cities near and far,

  The world is so full of number of things

  I`m sure we should all be

  As happy as kings!

  As happy as kings!

  As happy as kings!

  Happy as kings!

   

  All the pretty things put by,

  Wait upon the children`s eye,

  Window robins, winter rooks,

  And the picture story-books!

  I`m happy as king!

  Happy as king,

  I`m happy as king!

   

  And the flying fairies` looks,

  In the picture story-books.

  Round the rain-pool sea to float…