Тексты песен «Stewart Al»

Linda was killed last Saturday 'bout fifteen blocks from where she lives in a car crash, people gathered around the gravesite, friends and relatives, dressed in black. Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven,...

Every evening you come Around here In your cloak of lies Half-believing I sit and listen As you offer up the prize Pick up your smile Just go faithless friend There is no pleasure Waiting here for you Pick up your smile...

Long before I ever saw The frost upon your face I was haunted by your beauty And it drew me to this place I felt the chill of mystery With one foot on your shore And then and there resolved to go Where no man had before...

When we came to the station all the trains were rusty, The doors were open and the windows broken in There was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty The travel posters were flapping in the wind So we moved...

You've got a bad reputation All over the street There's some indication You've been indiscreet Oh I know you can turn on the charm When you feel so inclined Whatever I do I can't get you out of my mind It's a sad...

The subway station's closed again Sleeps beneath its veil of rain my footprints broken trail behind Steals the nightlights from my mind The dark deserted streets then clear Today has lived and died in here So I leave...

You told the man in the Broadway Hotel Nothing was stranger than being yourself And he replied, with a tear in his eye Love was a rollaway Just a cajole away Mist on a summer's day Nothing was clear Love was a smile...

Late at night, when reality's failed and nothing is prevailing but the wind, I come to you. Out of sight, like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in, you always do. My reason is caught by a sudden...

Sometimes it seems unimaginable That you were every any other way With your white rose face and your orphan clothes, Embroidered jeans and silver chains You're a well known face in all the hang-out places Where the lost...

(Al Stewart/Tori Amos) If you hear a step upon Your stair tonight If you see a shadow in The candle light It's only your imagination Leading you astray See her for a moment Then she'll slip away The ghost of Charlotte...

(Al Stewart/Peter White) The sun is going down across The great unknown Lights come on inside the towers made of stone A muffled drum plays Out of sight and all alone Summer is over The city lies awake And breathes...

I feel as volatile as the weather Over fields of Scottish heather The night before Halloween You know I feel like A catamaran in summer The beat of a reggae drummer The flag of a brigantine This is the day when All of...

(Al Stewart) His flying jacket still has her perfume Memories of the night Play across his mind High above the fields of France A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917, no enemy was seen High above the fields of...

With your photographs of Kitty Hawk And the bi-planes on your wall YOu were always Amy Johnson >From the time that you were small. No schoolroom kept you grounded While your thoughts could get away You were taking off...

I went floating down the Street one day With a song playing in my mind Hopping and bopping like a ricochet Bad news was hard to find There was a hint of syncopation Coming from the sidewalk And the street There was a...

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I was surrounded by a large hippopotamus And nine of its friends who declared Quite a lot of us Are feelingrather blue And we don't know what to do I turned away but the large hippopotamus Said that his pit of despair...

Nothing that's forced can ever be right If it doesn't come naturally, leave it That's what she said as she turned out the light And we bent our backs as slaves of the night Then she lowered her guard and showed me the...

I was watching TV late last night And a scene transported me Long gone figures came back to life In a documentary Though I saw them dance for joy I was sad I missed that show If I had a time machine I know just where...

Dreamed I was the King of Portugal In a big four poster bed Noble tapestries from wall to wall And a crown upon my head Bells ring and servants bring The jewels and the robes For the night to begin CHORUS Would you...