Тексты песен «Richard Thompson»

The baby that the preacher gave you in the Spring Spent the winter with his finger in the undertaker's ring Oh Cajun woman, some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking but look at all the trouble...

I was under the Calvary Cross The pale-faced lady she said to me I've watched you with my one green eye. And I'll hurt you 'till you need me. You scuff your heels and you spit on your shoes. You do nothing with reason...

I started to cry, they put gin in my cup I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up I got up and run, they said, "Easy, son Play up, play the game" They told me to think and forget what I'd heard They told me to lie...

Young love, I wish you well Shotgun and wedding bells Semi-semi and the damp is peeling Hole in the roof wet the baby's head Back streets, real scum about Need a car, a little run-about Some down and a fistful later...

Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you...

They're not human, they're with the Woolwich They eat food I wouldn't give to my dog They're hygienic, medicated They wouldn't live next door to no wog They're not human, where do they come from? I don't know what...

Turn around, don't whisper out my name For like a breeze, it'd stir a dying flame I'll miss someone, if it eases you to know But close the door lightly when you go Who was the one that stole my mind Who was the one that...

I know you're the wayward kind The way you always drag behind Show me a horse and I'll feed it hay Show me the cart and I'll throw it away Prettiest face I've ever seen It looked like something in a magazine To a blind...

Here I am in your room going through your stuff Said you'd be gone five minutes, that's time enough Here in your drawer there's lacy things Old credit cards and beads and bangles and rings Well I think I've found what...

Come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to lis our merry tune That we...

Cooksferry Queen / Richard Thompson Well there's a house In an alley In the squats and low-rise Of a town with no future But that's where my future lies It's a secret, but no secret It's a rule, but no rule Where you...

Was a cowboy I knew in South Texas His face was burnt deep by the sun Part history, part sage, part Mexican He was there when Poncho Villa was young And he'd tell you a tale of the old days When the country was wild...

We were walking down the street, we were trying to pretend We were wild, wild boys on a wild weekend We were down in the dumps and we didn't have to try hard Our old town was just like a graveyard We come around a...

First time you had me You really did it this time, you did Did you count your fingers after shaking my hand, God forbid? Riff raff, crawing from the slums Right there, in front of all your chums I swear by the pricking...

Within the fire and out upon the sea Crazy man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking Your future, your future I would tell to you Your future you often have...

Love that holds its breath for fear Of scaring love away I rush my lines I care too deeply O will she keep me For idle games I raise my eyes to see her there Shining in a daydream I raise my eyes I see too much I...

(Richard Thompson) Out in the desert there's a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody loves me here Dad's Gonna Kill...

At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't be long Living in darkness to hide our wrong You and me at the dark end of the street You and me I know time is gonna take its...

Becky loved me and I let her Wish I could have loved her better On the day we pulled apart She primed a time-bomb in my heart Now there's a shadow hiding Now there's a horseman riding Lover of all broken things Standing...

Keep your weight on the Dead Man's Handle Or the wheels won't hold the rail Keep your weight on the Dead Man's Handle Or the steam brake's bound to fail Woah she'll jump boys and she'll slip If your hand should lose...