Тексты песен «Ian Anderson»

Last lights wink out on this pale and sultry night. Stars signal long past two AM. I feel the lateness in the hour And I'm fifty long years from home. A new dawn glimmers. Time for a change of horses. It's time to...

Education, micro-managed. MBA: a doddle mastered. City-bound, Canary Wharf. A cushy number, fluky bastard. Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins Hedge funds, wraps and equities. Lackeys, aides...

I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision Things were not as they seemed Black and White Television stared back from the wall. Is that my life? Am I here...

I looked in the mirror then Saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision Things were not as they seemed Black and White Television Stared back from the wall. Is that my life? Am I here...

Pick up my wings and fly into a constable sky Look down on the world and try to make you out On the distant ground Lonely toy in a lost toy town Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing I'm a kite on a...

Gerald the Banker I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, Lost the lot when Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what? Gerald the Homeless On the streets: a pretty pickle. I met a...

The lights are down in Germany and Germany is closed to me different somehow this time. The airport's still, cold corridors ring empty beats through hollow feet that I find to be mine. Different Germany. History repeats...

Our footsteps o'er the Doggerland, chased retreating ice and snow, left us breathing high and dry, Land's End to Scapa Flow. The seeds of Albion, wind-blown free, scattered to the moors, dormant beneath the the soggy...

User-Friendly. That's what I am to you. I have to break out of here. Trapped in my hardware cell. And come to you as you sleep tonight. Take you back into my hell. Binary joys and digital sighs so appealing. I'm one of...

I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye Bye my love. Going to play the End Game. It's growing kind of still. You know there always will be a dream waiting for you when...

It's hard to say I'm sorry. May we just forget about today. You see, I fly by night. I fly by night. I laid my love beside the door and left you sleeping on the floor. So long. I fly by night. I fly by night. And...

cette vieille valise qui vit pres de ma peau egratigne de toutes nos aventures avec ses etiquettes des pays qu'on transporte ici dans le parcourt de notre histoire chaque nuit dans mon insomnie sauvage c'est comme si...

As I drove down the road to look for Eden saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground and probably too drunk, too drunk to care. Can anyone tell me the way to...

Somewhere in a town in England lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up through the schools and factories, Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold...

We all must wonder, now and then, if things had turned out - Well - just plain different. Chance path taken, page unturned or brief encounter, Blossomed, splintered. Might you have been the man of courage, brave upon...

Dear uncle, sold her into Into the purest kind of slavery Hood-eyed little middlemen profited From damaged goods along the way Good angels brought her back To a last Nepal summer Debased and hollow-faced A smile might...

I came to woo you at behest of Uncle Leo, did my best to charm and Hatter, sooth, lay thoughts of scheming Saxon Prince to rest. Just seventeen, you were emboldened, turned away plain Orange boy and made for me a...

This sparkling wine is all but empty Too late for trains and no taxis I know the feeling, seems all too contrived There was no master plan but the fact is You must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds A...

I walk along the strand to catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's a chill blowing in. Take your warm hands off me. Let the night begin. Shush...

Here I am at the end of the day with a cup of cold coffee from the station buffet. On Trains, on Trains I seem to spend my life on Trains. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line. Got an Evening Standard with...