Albion (Greek: Ἀλβιών) is the oldest known name of the island of Great Britain. Today, it is still sometimes used poetically to refer to the island. The name for Scotland in the Celtic languages is related to Albion: Alba in Scottish Gaelic, Albain in Irish, Nalbin in Manx and Alban in Welsh/Cornish/Breton. These names were later Latinized as Albania and Anglicized as Albany, which were once alternative names for Scotland. New Albion and Albionoria ("Albion of the North") were briefly suggested as possible names of Canada during the period of Canadian Confederation.
The derivation of the name Albion is discussed by Eilert Ekwall in an article called "Early names of Britain" in Antiquity 1930.
Gallo-Romance Albiōn (cf. Middle Irish Albbu) derives from the Proto-Celtic * Alb-i̯en-, sharing the same stem as Welsh elfydd "earth, world", together with other European and Mediterranean toponyms such as Alpes and Albania has two possible etymologies, both plausible: either *albho-, a Proto-Indo-European root meaning "white" (in reference to the white southern shores of the island), or *alb-, Proto-Indo-European for "hill".
Plot
Billy Sabbath is a cop, who was on an undercover assignment with his partner. Things were going fine until his partner for reasons that he only knows started shooting everybody, and was about to shoot Sabbath when Sabbath killed him. An investigation reveals that Sabbath had an ulterior motive for wanting to see his partner dead. He was tried and sentenced to death and was about to be executed, when a secret group led by a man named Bludhorn, rescues him. They tell him that the man he killed was not his partner, at least on the inside. He had been taken over by a species they call The Phylum. It seems that they lived on Earth before man, and somehow they were wiped out. But now those who survived are planning to take back the Earth. Bludhorn wants Sabbath to join them but unfortunately Sabbath can't tell anyone he's alive including his wife. When Sabbath does what he was told not to do, The Phylum find him and tell him that they will harm his wife unless he tells them who saved him and what do they know about them (The Phylum). Bludhorn's people save Sabbath, and they tell him that his wife is now part of The Phylum. Sabbath doesn't believe them and when he tells them that he's going to get his wife, Bludhorn orders him terminated but the person Bludhorn assigned, hesitated allowing Sabbath to escape. So now Sabbath is working on his own; at the same time Budhorn and his people are trying to find out what they are planning.
Keywords: alien, bacteria, car-chase, childbirth, dead-children, faked-death, killer-bee, massacre, person-on-fire, powder
They look like us. They act like us. And they want us dead.
We're dropped to fall
We need our father's call,
And we can't understand
Reality is close at hand
We leave the path of mankind
Still diff'ring roads we could not find.
Chorus:
We are too old to fly
We are all sold to die.
All good things may pass
All we've got: these shades of past,
As we fly on broken wings
Into a fight we could not win
Until we break the ruling rings
But still there are the elder sins.
Yes this is our world of lies
Discovering colours with dead eyes.
We're lost in time, forgot to pray
Dividing various joys of grey.
The crown of albion can't wait
And still we live in eighty-eight.
Chorus
And we trust the darkest side
We just stand in the lonely night,
One only star beyond the tale
With fading light our substance fails.
But we raise new heartlands high
Still we cross the sea and sky.
Chorus
T: Dorian
M: Kryshan
©Vox Humana 1997.
Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Down in Albion
They’re black and blue
But we don’t talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I’d like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence at bus stops
And a pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation,
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
So come away, wont you come away
We’ll go to
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And an English song
Oh reebok classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
and an English song
But if you're looking for a cheap tart
All glint with perspiration
There's a four mile queue
Outside the disused power station
So come away, won't you come away
We'll go to
Anywhere in Albion
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Don't glint with perspiration
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
So come away, wont you come away
Down in Albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
If you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation
Ill be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station
Now come away, won't you come away
We can go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Tuebrook
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and an English sun
New bought classics
And canons at dawn
Terrible warlords, good warlords
and an English song
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Watford, Enfields
Anywhere oh
If you're looking for a cheap tart
Glint with perspiration
Theres a five mile queue
Outside the dissused power station
Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Down in albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups and
Leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
Gin in teacups and
Leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queue
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue outside the disused power station
Now come away, wont you come away
We'll go to deptford, digby, tuebrook, anywhere
In albion
Yellowing classics and
Canons at dawn
Coffee wallows and pith helmets
And oh an english sun
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station
Ah come away, wont you come away
We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station
Ah come away, wont you come away