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from Genesis - Wind And Wuthering (1977)
(Written by Mike Rutherford)
Go far enough and you will reach, A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been alone long enough. You, you have your own special way. Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go. Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Who's seen the wind, not you or I, But when the ship moves, she's passing by, Between you and me, I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way. Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way. Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night, The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quite long enough. You, you have your own special way Of holding my hand, don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever, Don't ever leave me. |
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from Genesis - Wind And Wuthering (1977)
(Written by Mike Rutherford)
Go far enough and you will reach, A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been alone long enough. You, you have your own special way. Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go. Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Who's seen the wind, not you or I, But when the ship moves, she's passing by, Between you and me, I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way. Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way. Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night, The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quite long enough. You, you have your own special way Of holding my hand, don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever, Don't ever leave me. |
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from Steve Hackett - Genesis Files (2002)
Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been all alone long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Whose seen the wind not you or I, But when the ship moves she's passing by. Between you and me I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way, Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way, Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night. The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quiet long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going, Don't ever, Don't ever leave me |
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from Steve Hackett - Genesis Revisited (2003)
Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been all alone long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Whose seen the wind not you or I, But when the ship moves she's passing by. Between you and me I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way, Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way, Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night. The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quiet long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going, Don't ever, Don't ever leave me |
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from Steve Hackett - Watcher Of The Skies (2004)
Go far enough and you will reach,
A place where the sea runs underneath. We'll see our shadow, high in the sky, Dying away in the night. I've sailed the world for seven years, And left all I love behind in tears. Oh, won't you come here, wherever you are, I've been all alone long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go - Oh no, no, no. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going. Don't ever Don't ever stop. Whose seen the wind not you or I, But when the ship moves she's passing by. Between you and me I really don't think, She knows where she's going at all. You, you have your own special way, Of carrying me twice round the world Never closer to home than the day, The day I started. You, you have your own special way, Hold onto my hand keep it way 'bove the water, Don't ever let go no, no, no. What mean the dreams night after night. The man in the moon's a blinding light. Won't you come out whoever you are, You've followed me quiet long enough. You, you have your own special way, Of holding my hand, Don't ever let go. You, you have your own special way, Of turning the world so it's facing The way that I'm going, Don't ever, Don't ever leave me |
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from Steve Hackett - Highly Strung (2003)
Far in the distance and way up high
Circling slowly beneath the sky Lone in the air and the world is turning Looking the eagle straight in the eye What goes up must come down And you circle all around On your own You're seeing things in a dream You learn to swing Over trees In the clouds It's a breeze Blowing round Leaving the ground and you're feeling weightless To the sea sparkling in the sun There's a beach and it's time for landing But it seems that you've just begun What goes up must come down And you circle all around On your own You're seeing things in a dream You learn to swing Over trees In the clouds It's a breeze Blowing round (I go down, I go down, I go down...) On your own You're seeing things in a dream You learn to swing Over trees In the clouds It's a breeze Blowing round |
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from Steve Hackett - Blues With A Feeling (2002)
Dreaming of the rose
I left behind Staring at these four walls It's time to hitch a ride You'll find me way down south You'll find me way down south You'll find me The city's like a ghost town They can all go to hell One thought that's with me To see that Southern belle You'll find me way down south You'll find me way down south You'll find me Blue in the morning My empty bed That's why I'm going Where angels fear to tread You'll find me way down south You'll find me way down south You'll find me |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Foxtrot (1972)
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown. Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to an end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth. Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way. Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own. |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Live [live] (1973)
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown. Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth. Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way. Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own. |
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from Steve Hackett - Live In Japan (2001)
Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown Creatures shaped this planet's soil Now their reign has come to end Has life again destroyed life? Do they play elsewhere, do they know More than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth From life alone to life as one Think not now your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy No mercy has the sea. Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own |
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from Steve Hackett - Genesis Files (2002)
Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown Creatures shaped this planet's soil Now their reign has come to end Has life again destroyed life? Do they play elsewhere, do they know More than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth From life alone to life as one Think not now your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy No mercy has the sea. Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own |
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from Steve Hackett - Genesis Revisited (2003)
Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown Creatures shaped this planet's soil Now their reign has come to end Has life again destroyed life? Do they play elsewhere, do they know More than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth From life alone to life as one Think not now your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy No mercy has the sea. Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own |
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from Genesis - Genesis Live [video, live] (2004)
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown. Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth. Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way. Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own. |
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from Genesis - Genesis Live [video, live] (2004)
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown. Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth. Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way. Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own. |
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from Genesis - Genesis Live [video, live] (2004)
Watcher of the skies watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own, He whom life can no longer surprise, Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown. Creatures shaped this planet's soil, Now their reign has come to end, Has life again destroyed life, Do they play elsewhere, do they know more than their childhood games ? Maybe the lizard's shedded its tail, This is the end of man's long union with Earth. Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead. For now the lizard's shedded its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth. From life alone to life as one, Think not now your journey done For though your ship be sturdy, no Mercy has the sea, Will you survive on the ocean of being, Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way. Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go. Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own. |
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from Steve Hackett - Watcher Of The Skies (2004)
Watcher of the skies, watcher of all
His is a world alone no world is his own He whom life can no longer surprise Raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown Creatures shaped this planet's soil Now their reign has come to end Has life again destroyed life? Do they play elsewhere, do they know More than their childhood games? Maybe the lizard's shed its tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth Judge not this race by empty remains Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead? For now, the lizard's shed it's tail This is the end of man's long union with Earth From life alone to life as one Think not now your journey's done For though your ship be sturdy No mercy has the sea. Will you survive on the ocean of being? Come ancient children hear what I say This is my parting council for you on your way Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars Where we have gone you know you never can go Watcher of the skies watcher of all This is your fate alone, this fate is your own |
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from Steve Hackett - Highly Strung (2003)
Time improves you or dilutes you
But there is no standing still If you don't scream nobody hears you If you won't fight then no-one will When I'm walking Walking through walls Walking through walls You can breathe under water You will find it hard at first Getting used to ritual slaughter Feeling like your head might burst When I'm walking Walking through walls Walking Walking through walls Bare your teeth and bang your drum Get up on your legs and start to run No no no you can't sit down No-one's friend and no-one's clown You can't argue with a mad man Age of reason's sinking fast As your arms become steel girders Crashing through a sheet of glass When I'm walking Walking through walls Walking Walking through walls Bare your teeth and bang your drum Get up on your legs and start to run No no no you can't sit down No-one's friend and no-one's clown Walking Walking through walls... |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir (2003)
As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade When the beast within takes on a new shape The blood runs cold make no mistake You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night A band strikes up and they're starting to play When the sirens wail but they're way too late The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway The inquest said it was coming her way You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting But pressure groups being what they are these days You were released after five years at a funny farm In upstate bankrupt New York To walk the streets once more |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir (2003)
As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade When the beast within takes on a new shape The blood runs cold make no mistake You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night A band strikes up and they're starting to play When the sirens wail but they're way too late The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway The inquest said it was coming her way You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting But pressure groups being what they are these days You were released after five years at a funny farm In upstate bankrupt New York To walk the streets once more |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir & There Are Many Sides To The Night (2005)
As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade When the beast within takes on a new shape The blood runs cold make no mistake You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night A band strikes up and they're starting to play When the sirens wail but they're way too late The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway The inquest said it was coming her way You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite And you stay awake half the night Well you ran to ground as you always do And then they finally caught up with you Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting But pressure groups being what they are these days You were released after five years at a funny farm In upstate bankrupt New York To walk the streets once more |
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from Genesis - Twilight Alehouse [single] (1973)
1971. released as b-side of "i know what I like" single, 1974.
Is it really true what they're saying Are you really sure there's nobody come for me When I'm walking home there is no-one Once there was a house, full of laughter - so warm Trying to pretend there is someone Someone who will care when I need it I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down When I walk outside, there is nowhere Children follow me, with their laughter - so cold... Casting just a glance at the churchyard Casting just a glance, at my painted female friend. Now I'm on my way, I am falling Got to find some 'elp, ooh I will need that now So I will receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow Just a drink to make me feel like a man again Now I'm down... I will now receive my comfort, conjured by the magic power of wine Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling good Just a drink, I'll get that drink, and I'm feeling fine Just a drink to take my sorrow Just a drink and you can blast tomorrow, now... |
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from Steve Hackett - Cured (2007)
I'm not on the ball
Living in a world of so much change Thought that I might be much stronger When I'm far away from you What I'd give to learn to turn back time Sometimes words are dancing Like caterpillars moving on a page I would send you all my letters Feel like living in cage What I'd give to learn to turn back time Your love is bound to see me through Your warmth is bound to find a way Your touch is all I really need Your smile, the one and only key I'm not on th ball Living in a world of so much change Thought that I might be much stronger When I'm far away from you What I'd give to learn to turn back time |
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from Steve Hackett - Cured (2007)
I'm not on the ball
Living in a world of so much change Thought that I might be much stronger When I'm far away from you What I'd give to learn to turn back time Sometimes words are dancing Like caterpillars moving on a page I would send you all my letters Feel like living in cage What I'd give to learn to turn back time Your love is bound to see me through Your warmth is bound to find a way Your touch is all I really need Your smile, the one and only key I'm not on th ball Living in a world of so much change Thought that I might be much stronger When I'm far away from you What I'd give to learn to turn back time |
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from Steve Hackett - Blues With A Feeling (2002)
Eagle lands on my tombstone
Six feet under, I'm dead and gone Said, someone dancing on your grave Shake off the dust and live again A hundred ways that a man can die He come back if he really try Said, sunlight on the water's edge Shake off the dust and live again A new-born babe with an old man's face Sleep all night and he cry all day Blue-eyed boy how still he lay Shake off the dust and live again |
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from Steve Hackett - Defector (2003)
Find me ninety miles from Cuba
In a land that has no borders If the bomb can do it for you We refuse to take your orders We remember what you taught us Time to get out, while you can 23 and one half billion Joints were smoked by lunchtime that Thursday On the Steppes it's not so easy Vodka helps them sing much stronger Place your bets which side lives longer Time to get out, while you can... |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Foxtrot (1972)
A carved oak table,
Tells a tale Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong Through lance and sword. Why, why can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer, Why, why do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander It seems because through time and space Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore. A dusty table Musty smells Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor Only feeble light descends through a film of grey That scars the panes. Gone the carving, And those who left their mark, Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway And the weak must die according to nature's law As old as they. Why, why can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer, Why, why do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander It seems because through time and space Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore. |
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from Steve Hackett - Time Lapse (2002)
Just like his old father before him
Who served in the great war would sing We're proud to serve Kaiser or King They'll always find someone who's willing To take Tigermoth chances alone The boy who should never have flown Was thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens A crowd drew near but failed to hear Look I'm over here and still one of you wait... The young man's despondence soon halted When gently a voice that he knew Took shape slowly out of the blue Flight Captain James at your service Last month I went down in the drink You're not as alone as you think Here's some of your chums from last Thursday Shot down in their prime over Rome The boys who can never go home Were thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens Until we meet again my friends No regrets and Lily Marlene sings again |
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from Steve Hackett - Spectral Mornings (2003)
Just like his old father before him
Who served in the great war would sing We're proud to serve Kaiser or King They'll always find someone who's willing To take Tigermoth chances alone The boy who should never have flown Was thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens A crowd drew near but failed to hear Look I'm over here and still one of you wait... The young man's despondence soon halted When gently a voice that he knew Took shape slowly out of the blue Flight Captain James at your service Last month I went down in the drink You're not as alone as you think Here's some of your chums from last Thursday Shot down in their prime over Rome The boys who can never go home Were thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens Until we meet again my friends No regrets and Lily Marlene sings again |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir (2003)
Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips Some pay for the privilege And some just pay to talk Because there are many sides to the night When Father Thames lies sleeping His ever watchful sons Divide up the spoils of the day's takings A woman's work is never ever done She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool And then she vanishes from sight Did no one ever tell you There are many sides to the night Standing under the lamplight Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace She looks beautiful from a distance But it's too dark to see her face I do it for my child alone And who would say it's just not right Verily I say unto you There are many sides to the night |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir & There Are Many Sides To The Night (2005)
Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips Some pay for the privilege And some just pay to talk Because there are many sides to the night When Father Thames lies sleeping His ever watchful sons Divide up the spoils of the day's takings A woman's work is never ever done She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool And then she vanishes from sight Did no one ever tell you There are many sides to the night Standing under the lamplight Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace She looks beautiful from a distance But it's too dark to see her face I do it for my child alone And who would say it's just not right Verily I say unto you There are many sides to the night |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir (2003)
In the theatre of sleep
Where no reason remains Dreamers and drifters Make their entrance onto the stage Non-stop scenery changes With promptings in the dark Trapped in unremitting violence As trees stripped of their bark When they're buried in your dream The past is a foreign country They do things differently there You're back in the old schoolhouse With rows and rows of chairs Well it might be war or Christmas With the tanks and guns and flares Or a witch that wields her broomstick The stars of your nightmare When they're buried in your dream I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall In an old riverboat A proud queen washed up at last She's giving up the ghost Slimy green water rising I knew that I would die I had no time to abandon ship, The morning had arrived |
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from Steve Hackett - Guitar Noir & There Are Many Sides To The Night (2005)
In the theatre of sleep
Where no reason remains Dreamers and drifters Make their entrance onto the stage Non-stop scenery changes With promptings in the dark Trapped in unremitting violence As trees stripped of their bark When they're buried in your dream The past is a foreign country They do things differently there You're back in the old schoolhouse With rows and rows of chairs Well it might be war or Christmas With the tanks and guns and flares Or a witch that wields her broomstick The stars of your nightmare When they're buried in your dream I was trapped on the edge of a waterfall In an old riverboat A proud queen washed up at last She's giving up the ghost Slimy green water rising I knew that I would die I had no time to abandon ship, The morning had arrived |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest
point. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once again. "This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks |
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from Steve Hackett - An Unauthorised Biography (1995)
A gypsy compliment for (kneel down)
The scent of tyranny's daughter (we are found) At seventeen were bled in wild cream Passing milk thistle by Fox on the run Old ragged robin flies Virtue undone A garland of green flowers (field of lime) Surround a silver smoke tree (yours and mine) Sweet marigold, not easy to find Passing milk thistle by... |
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from Steve Hackett - Spectral Mornings (2003)
A gypsy compliment for (kneel down)
The scent of tyranny's daughter (we are found) At seventeen were bled in wild cream Passing milk thistle by Fox on the run Old ragged robin flies Virtue undone A garland of green flowers (field of lime) Surround a silver smoke tree (yours and mine) Sweet marigold, not easy to find Passing milk thistle by... |
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from Steve Hackett - Defector (2003)
Round and round and up and down
Round and round and up and down Drinking all the wine we found Not so easy to remain Steady, happy Round and round and up and down Round and round and up and down Drinking all the wine we found Not so easy to remain Steady, happy Say it soft and say it slow Tell me what I want to know Pour it 'till it overflows Love may come and love may go Such a pity ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By STEWART, ROBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it, All he has to do is puff it -he's such a fine dancer. |
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from Steve Hackett - Defector (2003)
Yes, I'm such a simple man
Just book me on the flight Every day's another place Playing into the night And you can't unwind You're wrecked before the show Everything's fine when you feel that 'Johnny go go go' - go go Will you play tonight for me? Promise I'll do my best Yes, rock music should be free Money's worth less and less And the walls should be cracked Four red faces make a noise All dressed in black I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys Will you play tonight for me? Promise I'll do my best Yes, rock music should be free Money's worth less and less And the walls should be cracked Four red faces make a noise All dressed in black I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys - or boys |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Nursery Cryme (1971)
Turn and run,
Nothing can stop them, Around every river and canal their power is growing. Stamp them out, We must destroy them. They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour. They are invincible, They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering. Long ago in the Russian hills, A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh, He captured it and brought it home. Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. Royal beast did not forget. He came home to London, And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew. Waste no time, They are approaching. Hurry now, we must ptotect ourselves and find some shelter Strike by night They are defenceless. They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom. Still they're invincible, Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering. Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens, In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land. Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. Royal beast did not forget. Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an onslaught, Threatening the human race. < THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED > Mighty Hogweed is avenged. Human bodies soon will know our anger. Kill them with your Hogweed hairs HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI Giant Hogweed lives |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Live [live] (1973)
Turn and run,
Nothing can stop them, Around every river and canal their power is growing. Stamp them out, We must destroy them. They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour. They are invincible, They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering. Long ago in the Russian hills, A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh, He captured it and brought it home. Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. Royal beast did not forget. He came home to London, And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew. Waste no time, They are approaching. Hurry now, we must ptotect ourselves and find some shelter Strike by night They are defenceless. They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom. Still they're invincible, Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering. Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens, In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land. Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge. Royal beast did not forget. Soon they escaped, spreading their seed, preparing for an onslaught, Threatening the human race. < THE DANCE OF THE GIANT HOGWEED > Mighty Hogweed is avenged. Human bodies soon will know our anger. Kill them with your Hogweed hairs HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI Giant Hogweed lives |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Seconds Out [live] (1977)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Seconds Out [live] (1977)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Nursery Cryme (1971)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Live [live] (1973)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Genesis - Genesis Live [video, live] (2004)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Genesis - Genesis Live [video, live] (2004)
Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you, All your hearts now seem so far from me It hardly seems to matter now. And the nurse will tell you lies Of a kingdom beyond the skies. But I am lost within this half-world, It hardly seems to matter now. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Just a little bit, Just a little bit more time, Time left to live out my life. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Play me my song. Here it comes again. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old sould was he. So he called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. The clock, tick tock, On the matelpiece, And I want, And I fee, And I know, And i touch, The wall. She's a lady, she's got time. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. She's a lady, she's mine. Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. I've been waiting here for so long And all this time has past me by It doesn't seem to matter now You stand there with your fixed expression Casting doubt on all I have to say Why don't you touch me, touch me, Why don't you touch me, touch me, touch me, Touch me now, now, now, now, now..... |
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from Steve Hackett - Voyage Of The Acolyte (2003)
Yeah looking for my insides in a hotel room
Waiting for you Were gonna make it tonight Yeah something in the air tells me the time is right so we better get on Dj,play a song for the Lovers tonight Please, play a song for the lovers tonight Don't wanna wait Lord ive been waiting all my life but Im too late again I know but I was scared Cant you see Im moving like a train into some foreign land I aint Got a ticket for this ride but I will Oh, play a song for the Lover tonight Dj, play a song for the Lover tonight Dj, play a song for the Lovers tonight Please play a song for the Lovers tonight Cant stop looking back no no One more for the lovers O brother wont you lend a hand Im alone in a room And Im waiting for love I dont know when this dreams gonna stop But im telling you friend I dont want to get up |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear. A window in the bank above his head Reveals his home amidst the streets. Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint The smell of acid on his gun of paint. As it carves out anger in a blood-red band, Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; -My home. Is this the way out from this endless scene? Or just an entrance to another dream? And the light dies down on Broadway. But as the skylight beckons him to leave, He hears a scream fro far below. Within the raging water, writhes the form Of brother John, he cries for help. The gate is fading now, but open wide, But John is drowning, I must decide Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; Hey John! He makes for the river and the gate is gone, Back to the void where it came from. And the light dies down on Broadway |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear. A window in the bank above his head Reveals his home amidst the streets. Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint The smell of acid on his gun of paint. As it carves out anger in a blood-red band, Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; -My home. Is this the way out from this endless scene? Or just an entrance to another dream? And the light dies down on Broadway. But as the skylight beckons him to leave, He hears a scream fro far below. Within the raging water, writhes the form Of brother John, he cries for help. The gate is fading now, but open wide, But John is drowning, I must decide Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; Hey John! He makes for the river and the gate is gone, Back to the void where it came from. And the light dies down on Broadway |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye. Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed. Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own, But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of- Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face, The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool." Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'." Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined "O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food" It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier. Each step he takes, the perfumes change From familiar fragrance to flavours strange. A magnificent chamber meets his eye. Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist. Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed. Thinking he is quite alone, He enters the room, as if it were his own, But ripples on the sweet pink water Reveal some company unthought of- Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, Struck by beauty, gripped in fright; Three vermilion snakes of female face, The smallest motion, filled with grace. Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool. We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool." Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind, He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind. "With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine. They move in a series of caresses That glide up and down my spine. As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain, Only a magic that a name would stain. With the first drop of my blood in their veins Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains. The fairest cries, 'We all have loved you Rael'." Each empty snakelike body floats, Silent sorrow in empty boats. A sickly sourness fills the room, The bitter harvest of a dying bloom. Looking for motion I know I will not find, I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined "O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food" It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my choclate fingers. Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue, The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you |
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from Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway (1974)
(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Early morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land. The Movie-Palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, It's the same old ending - time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There's something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains, Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, But the gas station can quench that thirst. Suspension cracked on unmade road The trucker's eyes read 'Overload' And out of the subway, Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. The lamb seems right out of place, Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face. Somehow it's lying there, Brings a stillness to the air. Though man-made light, at night is very bright, There's no whitewash victim, As the neons dim, to the coat of white. Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Suzanne tired her work all done, Thinks money - honey - be on - neon. Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn And the sawdust king spits out his scorn, Wonder women you can draw your blind! Don't look at me! I'm not your kind. I'm Rael! Something inside me has just begun, Lord knows what I have done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway, On Broadway - They say the lights are always bright on Broadway, They say there's always magic in the air. |
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(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Early morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land. The Movie-Palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, It's the same old ending - time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There's something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains, Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, But the gas station can quench that thirst. Suspension cracked on unmade road The trucker's eyes read 'Overload' And out of the subway, Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. The lamb seems right out of place, Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face. Somehow it's lying there, Brings a stillness to the air. Though man-made light, at night is very bright, There's no whitewash victim, As the neons dim, to the coat of white. Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Suzanne tired her work all done, Thinks money - honey - be on - neon. Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn And the sawdust king spits out his scorn, Wonder women you can draw your blind! Don't look at me! I'm not your kind. I'm Rael! Something inside me has just begun, Lord knows what I have done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway, On Broadway - They say the lights are always bright on Broadway, They say there's always magic in the air. |
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from Genesis, Genesis - Seconds Out [live] (1977)
(Written by Banks,Collins,Gabriel,Hackett,Rutherford)
And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Early morning Manhattan, Ocean winds blow on the land. The Movie-Palace is now undone, The all-night watchmen have had their fun. Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show, It's the same old ending - time to go. Get out! It seems they cannot leave their dream. There's something moving in the sidewalk steam, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Nighttimes's flyers feel their pains, Drugstore takes down the chains. Metal motion comes in bursts, But the gas station can quench that thirst. Suspension cracked on unmade road The trucker's eyes read 'Overload' And out of the subway, Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Exits into daylight, spraygun hid, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. The lamb seems right out of place, Yet the Broadway street scene find a focus in its face. Somehow it's lying there, Brings a stillness to the air. Though man-made light, at night is very bright, There's no whitewash victim, As the neons dim, to the coat of white. Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did, And the lamb lies down on Broadway. Suzanne tired her work all done, Thinks money - honey - be on - neon. Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn And the sawdust king spits out his scorn, Wonder women you can draw your blind! Don't look at me! I'm not your kind. I'm Rael! Something inside me has just begun, Lord knows what I have done, And the lamb lies down on Broadway, On Broadway - They say the lights are always bright on Broadway, They say there's always magic in the air. |
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