Тексты песен «Harper Roy»

I lost the only reason that I ever had I did it crazy by myself I've always been that mad I needed someone by me To share the madness with To help me through the growing pain See me through the myth I thought I'd found...

The lemmings push their pens and rush In hoards of crashing stupor Towards the farms of Babylon To scramble mother nature Where unrelenting drudgery Is all there is to nurture And life and death are by consent And love...

Well the generations come Hoy-polloy or chewing gum Bad manners in style And a very low profile As the new wave rebel hoards Scribble balls on notice boards And the old wave hierarchy Try to take 'em seriously Because...

I'm a rabbit on fire on fire with mascared eyes I'm a white rat acquired by the lab I'm due to be shot shot with experiment waiting in line for the next stab I've got nowhere to run to I've got nowhere to go and no way...

I thought I saw a swallow land Upon my hand on summer day I thought I saw my true love standing In the sand One old may day I thought I hear the dolphins sing 'You gotta bring her back On summer day' See her run along...

Earth for all creatures a thought for all (wo)men right for the speechless wrong until then? Eyes for the laughter thirst for the tongue hands for together ears for the song the song of love we sing in silence every...

There was a time When you ran after me And we could run I took you for granted In my fantasy (but) Those days are gone I love you I love you I love you My darling and I miss you so I'll shed these last tears tonight On...

Arthur read stories he got from the shelf In the gingerbread house of the men in between Making his mind up to keep to himself And somewhere the future had been Pinches of salt Nobody's fault Just the tune of the moon...

When you say that I have done it before So it should come easy now (well) Come the day when we show us to the door There'll be sorrow Throwing shadow Chasing rainbow Anyhow And then I think of why I'm leaving again And...

Well the bozos talk of dawn But it feels like Monday morn On the washing lines We still fight for what we fought But it's getting kind of short With these futures on our heels And our sails in fresh winds and new signs...

I see pictures of the porsche Smashed and twisted out of shape Hanging in offices To match up with the drape And posters of him In boutiques where they couldn't know The styles they're in Belong to him And he died...

Through the window Just a wall Shapes are forming Blackbirds call Early morning spirits Moving hands Tick-tocking ages In the half-light of the still Before the lark Where I can feel my shadow Touch your silence in the...

Once I was anothers lover Now I am my own Trying to call myself a brother Living here alone Maybe if you came to see me Wishing I wasn't so blind Sitting here thinking to be free Maybe we'd all change our mind She is...

Square boxes to live in Obnoxious, disgusting We come home in echoes Of lift shafts and hollows All jealous of others What beautiful brothers Happy days are here at last I feel them in the air Happy days are here at...

Jackdaw watches sunset From the telegraph pole At five to three in yellow light As black as shiny coal Still life The world is stopped and waiting The clock has frozen still Except for half a million eyes That wander...

I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free to watch women and children be killed on T.V. which satan delivers a child a...

As I walked over North Botley copse I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes She can have music wherever she goes Those were the days in the cradle of our love Those...

It's high time to fly In the face of the lie It is over To slave for ideals That have long been ordeals Must be over So come on you man Don't be conned yet again Finding out you've got nowt... Must be over... for good...

a) Poem b) Modal Song parts I to IV c) Front Song d) Middle Song e) End Song (Front Song reprise) There once was a man from the old stone age And he used to follow the weather But now he's got hung up on filling a page...

Early one morning I was on my way to sleep Early one morning I was on my way to sleep When I let one out It was more than I could keep In my time of dying I don't want nobody to moan In my time of dying I don't want...