Тексты песен «Peter Hammill»

Drawing back the curtains, Sluggish city daylight in the afternoon... Here's that special silence, Just before you walk out of the hotel room. Each time we're so close I assume That we'll never be again - Oh, how long...

You don't remember all the things I've done; You never catch the careful words I choose; Your present will not admit my patient efforts - It's a labour of love I offer to you. Unselfishness - does that hold the space...

I just can't see why you can't see what I mean, but I can't make things any plainer, the words get in the way - is that quite what I mean? If not now, then certainly sooner or later we've got a problem with...

Even the wolf can learn, even the sheep can turn, even the frog bcome at last the prince.) No more imagined insults and no more bloated pride - I'll see you at the wedding, I'll see you on the other side and I'll hold...

The killer lives inside me; yes, I can feel him move. Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room; but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine, he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside. Yes, the...

Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart : people are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart... Foundations are shattered in the city inside the barricaded doors ----- hiding behind their walls, lonely as...

It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark, not a curtain-call. Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced... that look on your face. I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs;...

In my time I've told a lie of two. I've been a deceiver, but believe me What I now say is true. There's no other way I can express what I'm thinking of: You're my favourite, you're the one that I love. It's a one-horse...

I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance To tell you what I think about the music that's gone down To which you madly danced--frankly, you know that it stinks. I'm gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar...

So If it's just so then Where is it now when I find the moment Uncertain? Broken water pail - No moon in the water, Try to hold it now. So I want to hold on Reflections all gone, No ego - so. Broken water pail...

Look out through your dark hair, tell me the colour of your eyes when they're cool; look out through the dark ages and tell me what's covert, transfixing you. Oh, you're nobody's business, oh, you're nobody's business...

In Germany, his days finally caught him; I won't insult his memory with long-distance grief. Tears and wakes weren't his style: not him, Not for Keith. He'd have laughed in my face if he saw it get mournful, He'd pull...

There are so many questions, There are so many doubts - This is auto-suggestion Your spirit is giving out. If I offered my reasons Would you give me a break? Now it's all open season, No sense of quit and take. You see...

Between coma and consciousness no hard and fast line, no chances to vote on the motioning eye... A mystical vision or a fall from grace, the chase in slow motion through alien space? I don't know what to make of the...

Beside the pool of clear water, fed by a secret spring, your lips are sealed, but in your body language angels sing. I swear on the Bible, swear on the sacred and profane I think I'm drowning in the vortex your eyes...

On the surface Phosphones gleaming; Deep down We carry on dreaming. On the surface Compass and charts checked; Deep down the current run In a shining vortex, In a swirling vortex. On the surface Oil troubled water...

That token drag on your cigarette, that well-known face in the fire, it could be someone you can't forget, someone you've learnt to admire. And it's strange how the feeling goes; all change - down the river Ophelia...

This one's authentic, son of a gun, a soundtrack from China in the universal tongue.... The world is our oyster to plunder at will though the palats is jaded by all but the thrill of fish out of water, life in the...

The thought crossed my mind - how curious, Why should I want so much shut-eye? Fighting the darkness and furious, Oh, but I once more fall into the song... Just the normal unconsciousness; Could that be wrong? All out...

A system in the making Self-healing for the blind, Sitting in the waiting-room Of the patient mind.... Raging at the illness, When the rage may be it's cause. The purpose of the will is lost In the search for an escape...