Golden Fleece
Spring Lyrics


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I used to search with my eyes and mind
Searching for a different kind
Of reason that would always be
Autumn, Spring and Summer to me;
To fill in all my splintered rights
And turn all my wrongs to right;
And change the never changing ways
Of people, who just spend their days,
In search of some reality
That only falling eyes can see
And when it seems that all was lost
I turned their heads to Pentecoast
Point them to the Golden Fleece
And all the things, it does release;
Break off all the chains that bind
Free them from their disillusioned minds.

The contracts of my youth expire
And drag me through an ageing mire.
I stand alone before the chair;
The Council are expected there.
The organ-grinder. In the streets plays,
Plays to my funeral suite.
The prosecution, just with lies
Tears up all my alibis
The defence alone seems to exist,
Upon my life being an ageing risk
And my learned friends I say to you
The point them to the Golden Fleece
And all the things, it does release;
Break off all the chains that bind;
Free them from their disillusioned minds.

Between the walls of dark despair
Where Fountains weep and gargoyle's stare
I claim the right to have my say
In my life's ever changing way.




Time has cost its darkest role
In taking back the years I stole.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Spring's song "Golden Fleece" seem to describe the struggles and uncertainties that come with growing older and searching for purpose and meaning in life. The singer reflects on the past and how they used to search for a sense of fulfillment through different seasons and experiences, hoping to find some kind of truth that could fill the void within them. They also note the difficulty of changing the ways of others, who are content to simply go through life without questioning their reality.


As the singer's youth and past contracts come to an end, they find themselves facing a council and feeling alone in the face of the prosecution's lies and alibi-tearing tactics. The only hope they see is in turning to the "Golden Fleece" and its ability to break free from disillusionment and the chains that bind. The singer recognizes the importance of having their say, especially in the darkest moments of despair, and refuses to let time defeat them.


Overall, the lyrics of "Golden Fleece" speak to the universal experience of seeking purpose and fulfillment in life, facing the challenges of aging and changing circumstances, and the hope that can come from looking to something greater than oneself.


Line by Line Meaning

I used to search with my eyes and mind
I used to look for answers with my eyes and mind


Searching for a different kind
Searching for a unique kind of answer


Of reason that would always be
For a reason that would always stay


Autumn, Spring and Summer to me;
Reason that would be constant like the seasons


To fill in all my splintered rights
To make up for all of my wrongs


And turn all my wrongs to right;
And rectify all of my past wrongdoings


And change the never changing ways
To change the unchanging ways of people


Of people, who just spend their days,
Of people who waste their life


In search of some reality
Trying to find some sense and meaning


That only falling eyes can see
That only those who are brokenhearted can see


And when it seems that all was lost
When it seemed everything was lost


I turned their heads to Pentecoast
I led them to a new beginning


Point them to the Golden Fleece
Lead them to a treasure that can bring freedom


And all the things, it does release;
All the things that it can set free


Break off all the chains that bind
To escape the chains that hold them back


Free them from their disillusioned minds.
To liberate them from their disillusioned mindsets


The contracts of my youth expire
The expectations of my youth have run out


And drag me through an ageing mire.
And I've been pulled into the hopelessness of aging


I stand alone before the chair;
I'm by myself facing a trial


The Council are expected there.
And the council is supposed to arrive


The organ-grinder. In the streets plays,
There's an organ-grinder playing in the streets


Plays to my funeral suite.
He's accompanying me to my grave


The prosecution, just with lies
The prosecution is trying to deceive


Tears up all my alibis
They're destroying all of my evidence


The defence alone seems to exist,
Only my defense team appears to care


Upon my life being an ageing risk
Given I'm older, it presents a risk


And my learned friends I say to you
And I tell my well-educated colleagues


The point them to the Golden Fleece
Lead them to a free way out


And all the things, it does release;
That can grant them freedom from constraints


Break off all the chains that bind;
Escape from the shackles that weigh them down


Free them from their disillusioned minds.
Release them from their downhearted thoughts


Between the walls of dark despair
Amidst the walls of utter hopelessness


Where Fountains weep and gargoyle's stare
Where fountains flow with tears and gargoyles stare


I claim the right to have my say
I demand the right to have my voice heard


In my life's ever-changing way.
Regarding how my life is constantly evolving


Time has cost its darkest role
Time has taken away years from me


In taking back the years I stole.
Years that I wasted have been taken back by time




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