Тексты песен «Latin Quarter»

What's keeping the White House white Is it chalk, is it fog, is it fear? Are they staying up most of the night And sending somebody out for a beer? Is it bed-time for Bonzo? Is it time for a change? Is it flavour-free...

It's a snow-wind She's felt It blow for sixty years and more. Cora and the snow-wind Like the row-lock and the oar Cutting through these icy waters To find shelter and perfectlon and the shore. Cora's lived a kind of...

Looking at the water Through the spaces of an iron-ore train The water eddies 'round the rushes And Eddie's round at my house, insane. The breakers in the distance Cut the air Iike the crackle of a CB rig. They found a...

Their star-light shone bright in the blackout Like the beams of the usherette But when the Big Bear bit deep after Yalta There were those that came to forget They went out west for the sreening And they carried a...

You can spend a cheque in a morning And go hungry the same afternoon. Sometimes the only quarters between you and a rainstorm Are the quarters of the moon. You know for every one way to sit up There must be five...

Blood on o Burberry Jacket Streaked but it won't sook through There's a young man praying For a passing patrol car On a street that they don't go to. This is no ordinary return The day turned lethal This is no ordinary...

Old Afrikaaner farmer on the terrace of his home Sits gently in his rocking chair, gazing at this land he owns. There he sees his memories and there his past There he smiles his grim smile, strokes his gun, swears he'II...

I'm hearing only bad news from Radio Africa, I'rn hearing only sad news from Radio Africa They've still got trouble with a monster in the South Heads buried deep in that lion's mouth Like a jaw snapped shut, it keeps...

Feel that wet concrete through the seat of your jeans No cab-fore, just the cold air You're a man without means. A bank roll lighter and light years older Someone's hand was in your pocket While they cried on your...

It's a life-time from the leather stalls The Berbers and bazaars Down through every measured movement In the making of the cars. And it doesn't pay much And it doesn't leave scars - on the outside, All this way –...

He lays a sheet of white paper On a gravy stained table He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. He turns "Imagine" up loud He knows that face and that cloud And he don't stop counting While he's spilling the...