Тексты песен «Robert Calvert»

There's home computers now That can keep an eye on you The Talk with Swedish accents And tell you what to do An acid rain is falling An acid rain is falling hard Fresh embryos are frozen And placed in foetus banks...

We're walking out We're downing our tools. This management They take us for fools. All we're asking is A living wage A living wage A living wage And now There's nothing I can do I spend my days in dreams And join...

You work all night And it's really frightening 'Cause you're so ambitious It's just a habit That you have to grab it You're avaricious I know you'll make it But I just can't take it You're so ambitious...

See that fine full fresh river that's a flowin' like the place that I'll be goin' on the day I die. That red-wood tree growing higher than a masthead won't allow no force to blast it 's branches from the sky. This...

The agent is cloned The sculpture with the power of a stampede I'll make it my home I'll live inside a capsule of speed I'll be a shooting star I'll win every race every week I'll overtake death by the skin of my...

Catch a falling starfighter Put it in the pocket of your jeans You can use it as a cigarette lighter Or as an opener for a can of beans Catch a falling starfighter Shine it up and wear it on a chain You will find that...

There's only one course of action Left for me to take I've tried every switch selection That might control this state I think for my protection I'd better make it straight Into ejection Better tell base, ejection That I...

Hey Ma, take a look at your boy Up on the stage with his latest toy His hair to his shoulders, growing it down to his knees He looks like he's suffering from a social disease Rock 'n' roll music has taken his soul...

Command the good incendiaries With their charred fingers Set fire to the shelves of the libraries Deviate the course of canals To flood the cellars of the museums These pick axes and hammers Sap the foundations of the...

Vegas neon skin Coin arcade Like Pigalle at night Esplanade Could be Amsterdam Might get laid Hanging out on the seafront Hanging out on the seafront Hanging out on the seafront Hanging out on the seafront...

I see myself a hero While one wings falls away And the dial approaches zero In a spiralling display. My past life flashes feverishly, And lives I did not lead, Like the time I was a hero Of a weird, outlandish breed...

An empty stage swathed in velvet drapes Curtain folds drawn in shadowscapes Little girls swirl in the air In their hair They wear the flowers we threw And when they dance They pretend their youth Isadora Je vie a la...

It's the same, an action replay It's the same, a game that we play It's the same, the things that we say All over again It's the same, it don't get better It's the same, she tore my letter It's the same, I must forget...

Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree Behind a she'd in a garden in Norbury And when he whispers commands in his megaphone They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone He's lord of the hornets He's...

See that fine Full fresh river that's a flowin' Like the place that I'll be goin' On the day I die. That red-wood tree Growing higher than a masthead Won't allow no force to blast it 's branches from the sky. This...

You can call me a hog-drunken swine because I like drinking wine but I'm really not drunk all the time I was sober when I made up this rhyme. There's Moonshine in the mountains and it's going so cheap so grab yourself a...

They said Ned Ludd was an idiot boy Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd That all he could do was wreck and destroy Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd Ned Ludd had Japanese eyes Ned Ludd heard nine ladies cries Ned Ludd had Japanese eyes...

She was talking about the world situation She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation And the Ayatollah's rule It was over my head, over my head Over my head, over my head...

There's a convoy coming: Carrying a load of coal. All we've got is banners, On a six-foot pole. I said: 'slow down brother, You ain't driving in here. Shove that lever into reverse gear We're the picket line.' The...

You can call me a hog-drunken swine Because I like drinking wine But I'm really not drunk all the time I was sober when I made up this rhyme. There's Moonshine in the mountains And it's going so cheap So grab yourself a...