Тексты песен «Hine Rupert»

And the show may be over But the music lingers... The picture is completed By another's little fingers For us no maps or clocks to chart the way of time Just secrets and dreams locked so deeply in our minds My Moon and...

And the show may be over But the music lingers... The picture is completed By another's little fingers For us no maps or clocks to chart the way of time Just secrets and dreams locked so deeply in our minds My Moon and...

No broken spirit No yellow heart No shattered image to fall apart As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart From the deepest cave Through the rocks that tumble To the highest mountain Where he will be saved...

On the waterline Blue green The gasoline lies Floating like a fly in the lazy summertime Pick a pocketful of light Breathe a whileaway bar Facing somewhere Throwing out a haze Wander in a daze Take my lonely self along...

One man's nightmare is another man's dream One silent person in another man's scheme One man's will can leave the rest with no control The boy was always far too youn The man was much too old One man forgotten gives...

Oh won't you ease some heaven into something I've begun It seems so long My orange song Came and gone You shiver snake the nightingale To catch the early fly Them greenly greenly flies Oh won't you sing along come on...

Talkin, Talking talkin that way. Chewin tobaccy stained smile. Askin, tell me what can I do ? Nutinjust, Sit down a while. Whistlin, why'd I whistle this way. Blackenteeth, full of last year's decay. SHORTY, why'd you...

It's a reckless world That lets itself be guided by its tools But what our eyes can see we believe The truth is not for fools Is there nothing between us but plastic and wire Will some modern invention prove you a liar...

She stroked the telephone She touched the radio She felt the magazine She couldn't even scream The cinema was far too far Women sick of slimming Eat the pills of living Boredom, boredom, boredom Psycho surrender...

I'm running away Tearing off the strips on the wall And wondering at the wonder of it all There's a long way to go A long way to go I wish I was home Felling kinda lazy on my chaise longue There's too far to go Friend...

************************** I do believe there are people needing freedom with good reason Who will find another way There's no disgrace in understanding Why our planet is in panic Then, while you worry think of...

********************************************* We must uncover the truth in the name of science Our passive subject sits too tired to scratch Dwarfed by cold metallic gods He worships every channel in his brave new room...

************************************** Under the African sun Or by the light of some Asian moon And it's just my luck The American dream came too soon I drag no anchor I apprehend myself I disappear like dust I am the...

Samsara was the state I lived in The city walls forestalled a break-in The brochure told folks they were safe here A destination with no check-in The women there were tantalising Shame shaped their minds through...

Take a beanpole that has felt the seasons change He's known the wind against its face And place it firmly on the softest ground. Throw around the pole a cloak of patterns curious That catch the sun And turn the eye away...

He's scratching at success Like some poor dog locked in a room His claws are torn and sore And still no one will open up the door The water he drank long ago And food can't ease the roaring pain And even as he howls No...

Don't hold back those tears, Theresa Living with heartache takes too many years And it gets so lonely going over the pain So they never cared that you had to cry And you know that he's lying again Theresa wears silver...

Don't hold back those tears, Theresa Living with heartache takes too many years And it gets so lonely going over the pain So they never cared that you had to cry And you know that he's lying again Theresa wears silver...

While you wait There's always something Looming low Will it show Your heart is thumping Halloween without a pumpkin Halloween Breeding in the stream The programmes come the same Why not the dream Can I keep on running...

Through the eye of a needle we will travel On the back of a snowflake rest our minds as they unravel Each elastic moment stretching out Into another one And onto the edge of blackest night To where all light must bend...