Тексты песен «Al Stewart»

To Catalina on a fishing boat We call it Henry Cisneros We got no money but we stay afloat The jellyfishes don't scare us You're telling everybody life's a ball Too many pleasures to mention You do a cartwheel in...

to catalina on a fishing boat we call it henry cisneros we got no money but we stay afloat the jellyfishes don't scare us you're telling everybody life's a ball too many pleasures to mention you do a cartwheel in the...

They crossed over the border the hour before dawn Moving in lines through the day Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came By...

We met on the beach amid rumours of war, your hair in your hand, what you saw you won't say as the newspapers blew in the wind. I can see you're one of that kind who carry 'round a time bomb in their mind, no one...

Before the phone hits the receiver You're halfway to the door The voice said 'get out while you can, There's just ten minutes, nothing more' Time only for the essentials Better gather them and run The false name inside...

So here we stand at the edge of 1984, bracing ourselves once again, for the storm approaching is those who long before huddled in caves from the rain. The enemy's face is so hard to see, sometimes it seems that I...

The sun is high, looking out I see The emptiness beyond the jetty Seagulls raining like confetti On the Water Sea and sky come together in A hazy kiss out on the ocean Europe seems a foreign notion Hardly thought...

Most of the better bred woollen toys have gone to bed And the teddy bear is a-sleeping in the cupboard And the wooden soldiers all and the rubber bouncing ball Are list'ning to the tales of mother Hubbard But the...

You always were a city kid T hough you were country raised And back in some forgotten time W e shared the cold north days But the simple life was not your style, And you just had to escape So it's goodbye to my lady...

The Gothenburg streets were like silver sheets As I kicked my feet through the snowy world And in that land there I held the hand of my Scandinavian girl We stood as part of a bleak facade Though the city's heart...

After these processions comes the sweeping up The rag and bone possessions, an old tin cup The army trucks have hauled away the newly slain The angry crowd retreats, but they'll be back again And the prisoner in...

And in the last days of the world of plastic records He takes the car into town He hears the voices of salvation through the static Just turns the volume down A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade Towers of...

I was drawn by the sirens of Titan Carried along by their call Seeking for a way to enlighten Searching for the sense of it all Like a kiss on the wind I was thrown to the stars Captured and ordered in the army of...

The stranger comes to town He is greeted like a prince Society declares him wise and funny Celebrities are only decorations in this place What really matters here is old money His temporary lover has amber coloured...

Said the apple to the orange: "Oh I wanted you to come Close to me and kiss me to the core Then you might know me like no other orange Has ever done...

Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run Hot dogs, wet clogs, clicking up the sidewalk Disappearing into the booze shop Rainbow queues stand down by...

I was making my way through the wasteland The road into town passes through I was changing the radio stations With my mind on you Oh, your friends call you 'Lily Paloma' But that's not the way that you are It's...

You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family. You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape. Your uncle's in the County Jail for...

Look out, look out, Phoenix cried My time must be at hand I'm feeling cold and I don't know why The ground moves where I stand All the lies she gave to me In words that twist and bend Now the only place for me is...

Al Stewart - Swiss Cottage Maneuvers On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a book shop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I didn't know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a...