You made a call for my submission. With darker noise and whiter light. You said that you're in fine condition. Under a monumental sky. . Where you always win so easily.
Ooooh, the lonely boys. In their towers of faith. Ooooh, the lonely boys. Locked in their towers of faith. . The prophet reclined. On the Golan Heights.
Reached back for the bottle. And rubbed against the lamp. Genie came out smiling. Like some Eastern tramp. . He said hey boy what's happening. What is going on.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town.
When the sleigh is heavy. And the timber wolves are getting bold. You look at you companions. And test the water of their friendship. . With your toe.
Good morning, Worm, your honor. The Crown will plainly show. The prisoner who now stands before you. Was caught red-handed showing feelings. . Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
Momma loves her baby. And Daddy loves her, too. And the sea may look warm to ya, Baby. And the sky may look blue. Baby. . Baby Blue. Baby. If you should go skating.
I used to think the world was flat. Rarely threw my hat into the crowd. I felt I had used up my quota of yearning. Used to look in on the children at night.
I used to think the world was flat. Rarely threw my hat into the crowd. I felt I had used up my quota of yearning. Used to look in on the children at night.
Benny is a Welsh coal miner. He is a radio ham. He is 23 years old, married to Molly. They have a son, young Ben, age 4, and a new baby. They look after Benny's twin brother Billy, who is apparently a vegetable. The mine is closed by the market forces. The Male Voice Choir stops singing, the village is dying. One night Benny takes Billy on a pub crawl. Drunk in a brightly-lit shopping mall, Benny vents his anger on a shop window full of multiple TV images of Margaret Thatcher's mocking condescension. In defiance, he steals a cordless phone. Later that night, Benny cavorts dangerously on the parapet of a motorway footbridge, in theatrical protest of the tabloid press. That same night, a cab driver is killed by a concrete block dropped off a similar bridge. The police come to question Benny; he hides the cordless phone under the cushion of Billy's wheelchair..
An angel on a Harley. Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone. Puts his bike up on it's stand. Leans back and then extends. A scarred and greasy hand...he said.
I just cowered in the corner. My pyjama coat over my head. And she smiled as she finished her sandwich. And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history.
Note: This song appears to be about 3 seconds long. (Russian's speaking over radio). (Instrumental).
You! Yes you! Stand still laddy!. . When we grew up and went to school. There were certain teachers. Who would hurt the children any way they could. By pouring their derision upon anything we did.
And the moment of clarity. Faded like charity does. Sometimes. I open one eye. And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair. To make sure in the darkness that you were still there.
The powers that be. They like a tough game. No rules. Some you win, some you lose. Competition's good for you. They're dying to be free. They're the powers that be.
[Man:] "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.". [Woman:] "Wasn't it light?". [Man:] "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!".