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		       a comparison by Pete "Ender" Walsh  

Images: Dream Theater  
Words: Moore  
Lost in the sky  
Clouds roll by and I roll with them  
	KING CLAUDIUS [to Hamlet]  How is it that the clouds still hang on you?  
Arrows fly  
Seas increase and then fall again  
	HAMLET  To be, or not to be: that is the question:  
		Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer  
		The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,  
		Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,  
		And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;  
		No more; and by a sleep to say we end  
		The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks  
		That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation  
		Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;  
		To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;  
		For in that sleep of death what dreams may come  
		[and so on...]  
This world is spinning around me  
This world is spinning without me  
Every day sends future to past  
Every breath leaves one less to my last  
Watch the sparrow falling  
Gives new meaning to it all  
If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day  
	HAMLET  Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special  
		providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,  
		'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be  
		now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the  
		readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he  
		leaves, what is't to leave betimes?  
I'll take seven lives for one  
	[Hamlet is responsible, in some way, for seven deaths in the play.]  
And then my only father's son  
As sure as I did ever love him  
I am not afraid  
	Ghost   I am thy father's spirit,  
		Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,  
		And for the day confined to fast in fires,  
		Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature  
		Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid  
		To tell the secrets of my prison-house,  
		I could a tale unfold whose lightest word  
		Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,  
		Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,  
		Thy knotted and combined locks to part  
		And each particular hair to stand on end,  
		Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:  
		But this eternal blazon must not be  
		To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!  
		If thou didst ever thy dear father love--  
	HAMLET  O God!  
	Ghost   Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.  
	HAMLET  Murder!  
	Ghost   Murder most foul, as in the best it is;  
		But this most foul, strange and unnatural.  
	HAMLET  Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift  
		As meditation or the thoughts of love,  
		May sweep to my revenge.  
			- AND -  
	HAMLET	Ay, so, God be wi' ye;  
			Now I am alone.  
				[...etc, etc...]  
		O, vengeance!  
		Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave,  
		That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,  
				[...etc, etc...]  
This world is spinning around me  
The whole world keeps spinning around me   
All life is future to past  
Every breath leaves me one less to my last   
Pull me under  Pull me under  
Pull me under  I'm not afraid  
All that I feel in honor and spite  
All I can do is set it right  
	HAMLET  Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!  
		[They swear]  
				So, gentlemen,  
		With all my love I do commend me to you:  
		And what so poor a man as Hamlet is  
		May do, to express his love and friending to you,  
		God willing, shall not lack. Let us go in together;  
		And still your fingers on your lips, I pray.  
		The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,  
		That ever I was born to set it right!  
				- AND -  
	HAMLET	[...]  
		When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,  
		That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,  
		Excitements of my reason and my blood,  
		And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see  
		The imminent death of twenty thousand men,  
		That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,  
		Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot  
		Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,  
		Which is not tomb enough and continent  
		To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,  
		My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!  
Dust fills my eyes  
Clouds roll by and I roll with them  
Centuries cry  
Orders fly and I fall again  
This world is spinning inside me  
The whole world is spinning inside of me   
Every day sends future to past

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