Тексты песен «Peter Hammill»

Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend, only Tequila can end the boredom. Try to reach London for a pocket of hope; we're children, we grope in the dark. Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese... I...

There's no time for dull regrets no-one underwrites your debts. No satisfaction guaranteed, but this much I believe we make the lives we lead. Best foot forward, face the day as the moment slips away like a whisper on...

Halfway between the zoo and the temple of your Art... but what do you do with this motion of the heart? Who'll be looking for you when it all falls apart? Oh, but what do you do, and where do you start when people are...

Besieged in the battlements of Babylon, still looking for the hat-peg to hang your head upon - now you've found a place you think is Avalon: you can talk to anyone here. You can throw your arms around your nearest...

He'll be young forever if he keeps this up... So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up. The heart is a secret garden To which there are no short cuts. Only green young fingers make the garden bloom; For the...

All men are born equal at the moment they arrive... Check the limbs and senses we require to survive. But some come deaf and dumb and blinded, Some have damage to their brains: Parents constantly reminded That they'll...

How was it that we first met? ...I forget, all I know is you looked happy. We walked around and talked a while; In your smile I found that I was happy. I want to tell you; it seems a thing to do; I want to show I truly...

This is no time to hesitate, the line slips into overload; the mixture too thick, the touch too close to the motherlode. Time - there's so little time to do anything that's not useless... you tried for a little while to...

Foot down in the G Ti Cabriolet to the villa in the South of France for vacation; keep your head down, baby, keep your hair in golden curls and you will alays be his, and you will always be his best girl. Fast forward...

I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence, standing by rivers of reflected light: my thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too - I surrendered to the warmth of the night. And now I feel like dying, and if...

Trapped like a rabbit by the future glare, onrushing headlights that blind you, a frightened runaway, at least you know I care, I will seek, I will search, I will find you. We are written in the star-crossed sky, the...

Strange to behold Is the stone of this wall broken by fate The strongholds are buroten the work of giants decaying the roofs are fallen the tower are tottering mouldering palaces roofless weather-marked masoury...

Dance the dance till show time ... the show goes on Dance the dance in slow time if that's what you want Dance the dance in the back of the car in the cocktail bar till show time let it ride Dance the dance I feel...

Pack your bags, we're leaving earth, where hate is seething; nothing's worth believing.... There's no time, make up your mind! Imperial Zeppelin.... Quick, the engines are turning, cabin lights are burning, now there's...

Dance the dance till show time ... the show goes on Dance the dance in slow time if that's what you want Dance the dance in the back of the car in the cocktail bar till show time let it ride Dance the dance I feel...

I promise you, I won't leave a clue: no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe. Still a steady trail to the water's edge - I will keep my pledge to the end; I intend to go free No more rushing around, no more...

Sweetheart, I want to hold back nothing, sweetheart, I want to give my all. Roll on the feminine side, the lion lies down with the lamb. Beneath the male surface, the chaos merchant, we're all half-human: understand...

He prescribes the subject he proscribes outsiders his terms have a golden ring. He wants to find some order quantifying chaos in words that all the children sing. He tabulates the lexicon vocabulary minimised bow down...

The youth are voting with their feet - Such a shame that the dance-beat gets so complicated. Pretty, pretty it seems... On second glance, the look is overrated. In the lost-house there's a magic potion, Timeless...

The youth are voting with their feet - Such a shame that the dance-beat gets so complicated. Pretty, pretty it seems... On second glance, the look is overrated. In the lost-house there's a magic potion, timeless...