Тексты песен «Piano Magic»

1914 - 1918 i've got your letter here, i've got your memories Young men, as us - broken soldiers i've got your telegram, i've got your souvenirs 1914 - 1918 i've got your photograph, i've got your poetry Young men, as...

We sail on the bad tide We sail on the bad sea From your heart to my heart with sails cut from mercy From your heart to my heart From Summer to Spring We row through the Dead Sea to the deader...

Heading south so i can go north Guided by birds but drifting off-course Read the tide-table before starting out Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn out You, waking up from a dream of the sea Safe in the harbour from...

In travel, there are traps When I'm writing in the back Beneath the rain, between the maps My diary bears this out but memory has it wrong I loved you when you loved me and then we were done There's a silence on the...

Amongst the books, an angel i've not met And time hasn't touched her yet From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed Pigtails instead of wings I strung her harp with my heart strings And i would ask this spring for...

There's angel pie in the oven and everything is ok, it's alright The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in 'A confederate general from big sur' sat in my lap like a happy cat I can sleep and...

1914 - 1918 i've got your letter here, i've got your memories Young men, as us - broken soldiers i've got your telegram, i've got your souvenirs 1914 - 1918 i've got your photograph, i've got your poetry Young men, as...

There's rain on the line between his ear and mine Lost in translation, bad patient I'm a terrier, a black sheep, half-relation He's French, a hack, white, Caucasian We fuck in sadness, a cold frustration Then we're fine...

There are more people alive now than have ever lived I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true I wonder that, if we keep living this fast, no-one will have time to die i've met...

Came to London to find myself but in ten million people Where do you start? Drunk at a party You asked me if I was someone else and I say "Yeah, if it helps you, I won't be myself" Like Japanese poets who capture a...

Look at that rich girl twitch - like me she can't sit still How would you want it seen? Just like when you were ill? When you hear the way they talk - the rosy cheeks of the ruling classes You can argue all you like -...

None of us are what we were I know you've heard this all before I know you've heard this all before But none of us are what we were But it's a dark age, a dangerous time I'm on the last page, the end of the line But...

Get me an ugly wife - no man will look twice I can fall asleep at night and dream of someone else I found an ugly wife and she'd led an ugly life Take my hand, this ray of hope, crawl out of this hole She weaved her...

You're life's like a comic book All shadows and childhood fantasy The people you love, disguised In a velvet glove biography But i recognize what's going on: Deleted scenes And when your eyes go out You play them back,...

Anything can happen in life Especially nothing, mainly nothing Once you know that, you're fine Once you know that, you can retire Set your clock by your heart Work's overrated and it will kill you Finish nothing you...

England's dreaming, winter absent I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens Take care on the corner Sliding on white grass I catch up with your...

I'm in my halloween boat with a hole in my heart the size of a girl Pacific postman, 30 west by 50 east on a black sea that joins up countries My life is one second slow ' says here on my watch ' that's how i know I'm a...

Outside, the fairground in snow Revolves like a waltz, funeral slow And summer has gone, collapsed like a chair Like the heart of a bird, a bell on the air Inside, the wireless in snow The orchestra drowns, funeral slow...

I am the sub-librarian, come in on the council bus Chalk Farm to Highgate Woods, sportsbag of borrowed books A steady diet of Brautigan, 'Tapestry' on the walkman Paranormal ill-health from dusting off the top shelf I...

Started mailroom Moved up through Clerical, now Obituaries I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I am the teacher's son I'm the teacher's son Never seen a sky so big Like it's been saving up for years Clouds...