Тексты песен «Swervedriver»

Before the setting sun reclines We hear Westminster chimes You've gone to stealing cars From Mars bars And never fail Always in your painted nails One day we'll work the world Without these stimulants And as thought...

I keep on thinkin' it's wrong So, I'm childin' you in a song It's comin' your way You shouldn't feel this way You shouldn't feel this way Yeah, you think it's a sin I ain't your color of skin It's comin' your way

Go take a walk in the sun Go take the weight off everyone It takes the weight to see That it's all bad advice to me And it's all bad advice to me Go take a stroll amongst the mines Call yourself back in when it's time...

White hot morning The blinding light of day holds sway Barefoot yawning Wipe the night out from my eyes It's slowly dawning Summer town's a merry-go-round The stakes get risen daily In every way there's more to pay...

Black Power, girl power, rack and ruin Blackmail, ponytail, something doin' Something pulls me over Pulls me through to you Walking downstairs sideways Vodka, sonic proof Screaming murder always And trying to catch it...

Bubbling up and not buckling under I walked for miles tonight In the rain, all the way home from Camden Town But when I got home to Tottenham I could spin carousels in the park, in the dark And I can hear you say What's...

You close my eyes without blinking You read my thoughts without thinking You sit and smile and I'm sinking Could be the cause of my drinking You fabricate what I'm feeling You rise up riled and I'm reeling I swallow...

You've been away for so long You can't ask why You've been away You can't ask why You can't ask why A million stars out tonight Could spark neon from candlelight One million stars Could spark neon from candlelight...

And when the dawn begins to creep Sunlight finds you in a heap And how you wish that you could sleep Forget the lies that you've been told You think you're settin' free your soul But you're really gettin' old You've...

Not going down in a ball of fire Just 'cause the wings won't reach any higher And I'm the psychotic tripping in the aisles Sheet rain on the window pain Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning And never quite turning As...

Sail away Over waves of electric oceans On a clear day you'll see Forever and back again Caroline tunes her dial Through electric wavebands She will hear the sweetest hum When the city sleeps Take me away again Take me...

Like summer's death throes London's arms around me The world ends in West End sirens screaming unseen The river frozen and the lions asleep Up on the Westway watching people as sheep It's a long way away from it all In...

When it seems so real I can just close my eyes and it's real When it's dream's so real I can just let it beam on it's theme When it feels so good I can hardly believe that it's true Seems so real Seems so real Seems so...

Well I bin crying, lonesome Lonesome and blue And I bin trying lately To get through to you So downhearted It's so damn true Until you see the things that you do Crying, baby The waste just begun And I bin trying...

You seem to circle miles above me Never hearing any word that I say Eyes reeling from deadly pleasure The last second don't count anyway Without the safety net you're freed To find serene pleasure of speed A blur of...

Take a walk through the city Turn right at Potzdamer Platz To see a girl on a motorbike Expression carved on her face Saw a man in a cafe downtown Who says it fucks with your head When you're tryin' to sleep at night...

I was born on a good ship Loose lips sink flagships Left alone and the sea is calm High tide and no storms They tell me that the river's too deep And it's much too wide You can't get across to the other side I got a...

I just love this part of the world The food's fine and the sun shines And the people seem so relaxed They ride motorbikes lidless It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere They didn't wanna be I guess I'm not long for...

I was born on a close street down a hill The trees that line the street Could sense the winter change They felt the chill They ducked and dived And so we knew that they were alive Until the year the silver rain came...

Open your closed mind up to the truth Your head's on the wall on a plinth as a proof I hate yr kind with all of my heart Sail on by you'll find it somewhere Left to lie at the foot of the stair I hate yr kind with all...