The World Wide Web (abbreviated as WWW or W3, commonly known as the Web, or the "Information Superhighway"), is a system of interlinked hypertext documents accessed via the Internet. With a web browser, one can view web pages that may contain text, images, videos, and other multimedia, and navigate between them via hyperlinks.
Using concepts from his earlier hypertext systems like ENQUIRE, British engineer and computer scientist Sir Tim Berners-Lee, now Director of the World Wide Web Consortium (W3C), wrote a proposal in March 1989 for what would eventually become the World Wide Web. At CERN, a European research organization near Geneva situated on Swiss and French soil, Berners-Lee and Belgian computer scientist Robert Cailliau proposed in 1990 to use hypertext "... to link and access information of various kinds as a web of nodes in which the user can browse at will", and they publicly introduced the project in December.
In the May 1970 issue of Popular Science magazine Arthur C. Clarke was reported to have predicted that satellites would one day "bring the accumulated knowledge of the world to your fingertips" using a console that would combine the functionality of the Xerox, telephone, television and a small computer, allowing data transfer and video conferencing around the globe. Clarke also determined that geosyncronous orbit would be possible at the altitude of 22,000 miles, which is why that region is called the Clarke Belt.
Track 3 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
The rain auditions at my window, it's symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
to rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause
Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors,
Clippings from ancient newspapers he scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass,
meaningless words, yellowed by time,
Faded photos exposing pain, celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advise, advise, advise me, this shroud will not suffice.
Attempting to discard these clinging memories,
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses,
its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last.
The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the Junkies, sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow
Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified
I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
the changes have to be made
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
the changes have to be made.
Now I leave you, the past has had its say
You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made.
Decisions have been made I've conquered my fears
The rain auditions at my window
Its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
To rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement
I'm the soul without the cause
Crying midst my rubber plants
Ignoring beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient newspapers
Lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
Meaningless words, yellowed by time
Faded photos exposing pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished playing hangman
You've cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me
This shroud will not suffice
And thus begins the web
Attempting to discard these clinging memories
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses
It's strands, I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last, oh please do last
The fly trap needs the insects
Ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the junkies
The sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me
With you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone
I kiss isolation on its fevered brow
Security, clutching me
Obscurity, threatening me
Christ, your reasons were so obvious
As my friend have qualified
I only laughed away your tears
But even jesters cry
But even jesters cry
I realize, I hold the key to freedom
Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
I realize, I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
Now I leave you, the past does have its say
You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made
They've been made, they've been made
Decisions have been made
I've conquered my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud
Must edge the web
(Derek Disck/Steve Rothery/ Pete Trewavas/ Micheal Pointer/Mark Kelly/Brian Jellyman)
The rain auditions at my window
Its symphony echoes in my womb
My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
To rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement
I'm the soul without the cause
Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
Meaningless words
Yellowed by time
Faded photos exposing pain
Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
Christ, you've finished playing hangman
You've cast the fateful dice
Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud will not suffice
And thus begins the web
Attempting to discard these clinging memories
I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses
Its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last
Oh please do last
The flytrap needs the insects
Ivy caresses the wall
Needles make love to the junkies
The sirens seduce with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
Confused and rejected, despised and alone, I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow
Security clutching me
Obscurity threatening me
Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified
I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
But even jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom
Oh I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
I realise I hold the key to freedom
I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions
The changes have to be made
Now I leave you
The past does have it's say
You're all but forgotten
A mote in my heart
Decisions have been made
They've been made
Decisions have been made
I've conquered my fears, all my fears
The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud
Look down on me, Spider
look down from your wall
I see you creeping my way
oh, please don’t let me fall
CHORUS
Because I am caught in your web
silken spun by my love for you
am I just another tug upon your string?
a temporary love, to go?
I look around at your old loves
your trail of empty shells
they lay about you with out regret
without thoughts for themselves
CHORUS
I lay still, try to hide away
but my beating heart brings you my way
you wrap me in folds of soft caress
and gently lay me down, put me to rest
CHORUS
And wrapped as I, engulfed in love
What I was is drained away
what is left, I couldn't give away,
Welcome to my parlor, with a gesture
I am lured inside
Bitten I am helpless as the poison cripples my mind
A worthy specimen chosen to be the mate
She straddles over me and offers me the bait
Caught in her web, as she consumes my head
Caught in her web, her appetite is fed
Hunger, she devours, her desire overpowers me
Stuck in disposition, I'm defenseless, I feel her sting
As she seduces me I'm kept immobilized
Bound in the ecstasy of what I fantasized
Caught in her web, as she consumes my head
Caught in her web, her appetite is fed
She wraps her legs around me
As she contorts her body
With all my strength I fight her
Constricting even tighter
I struggle, she laughs
I can't escape her grasp
I cannot endure another minute more
Mistress, dominatrix, is her fetish
Just a fatal wish
Torture gives her pleasure
She abuses from experience
Her mating ritual has merely just begun
The Web
See myself, standing on this shelf
See this suitcase, it's loaded here to go
See these lines, well the years have taken time
What you've taken, you've given back as mine
Everything you see
That's caught in the web
Well it's caught it for me
You're letting out your heart
You're trading in your soul
And would you trade it for me
Cos I would trade it for you
See this hand, it's shaking like a loaded gun
See this water, it's turning into wine
See these brush strokes, they've painted it for me
And if you want, then one and one is three
Everything you see
That's caught in the web
Well it's caught it for me
You're letting out your heart
You're trading in your soul
And would you trade it for me
Cos I would trade it for you
Stream on stream, my champagne velvet dies
I've tasted venom, tasted spears, I almost fly
I'm scared of nothing, cos nothing's scared of me
I've fallen into this, all I need is one wish
And that's to know that
Everything you see
That's caught in the web
Well it's caught it for me
You're letting out your heart
You're trading in your soul
And would you trade it for me
Cos I would trade it for you
Everything you see
That's caught in the web
Well it's caught it for me
You're letting out your heart
You're trading in your soul
And would you trade it for me