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* The title is reminiscent of "[[Into the Rainbow Vein]]" from ''[[The Campfire Headphase]]''. | * The title is reminiscent of "[[Into the Rainbow Vein]]" from ''[[The Campfire Headphase]]''. | ||
| + | * The title may be a reference to the poem “A Child’s Thought” by Scottish novelist, essayist, poet, and travel writer Robert Louis Stevenson. | ||
| + | <blockquote> At seven, when I go to bed,<br> | ||
| + | I find such pictures in my head:<br> | ||
| + | Castles with dragons prowling round,<br> | ||
| + | Gardens where magic fruits are found;<br> | ||
| + | Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,<br> | ||
| + | Or lost in an enchanted bower;<br> | ||
| + | While gallant horsemen ride by streams<br> | ||
| + | That border all this land of dreams<br> | ||
| + | I find, so clearly in my head<br> | ||
| + | At seven, when I go to bed.<br> | ||
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| + | At seven, when I wake again,<br> | ||
| + | The magic land I seek in vain;<br> | ||
| + | A chair stands where the castle frowned,<br> | ||
| + | The carpet hides the garden ground,<br> | ||
| + | No fairies trip across the floor,<br> | ||
| + | Boots, and not horsemen, flank the door,<br> | ||
| + | And where the blue streams rippling ran<br> | ||
| + | Is now a bath and water-can;<br> | ||
| + | I seek the magic land in vain<br> | ||
| + | At seven, when I wake again. | ||
| + | </blockquote> | ||
== Samples / Lyrics == | == Samples / Lyrics == | ||
| Into The Magic Land | |
|---|---|
| Running time | 4:35 |
| Appears on | Inferno (2026) |
| Next | Blood In The Labyrinth |
| Prev | The Word Becomes Flesh |
"Into The Magic Land" is the eleventh track on Boards of Canada's fifth studio album, Inferno.
At seven, when I go to bed,
I find such pictures in my head:
Castles with dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams
That border all this land of dreams
I find, so clearly in my head
At seven, when I go to bed.
At seven, when I wake again,
The magic land I seek in vain;
A chair stands where the castle frowned,
The carpet hides the garden ground,
No fairies trip across the floor,
Boots, and not horsemen, flank the door,
And where the blue streams rippling ran
Is now a bath and water-can;
I seek the magic land in vain
At seven, when I wake again.