The model volcano by the giant gas tank. The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank. The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace. A tower of riches, beside it the abyss.
Here he comes, in the dead of the month. His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched. Secure with his Third World expectation. [...] open sewers of degredation.
(Lyrics / Music--Richard Thompson) Published by Warlock Music Ltd.. . High up above the crowd. the great Valerio is walking. The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud.
The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,. is rapping on your window. 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight. He's travelled from the city to your country slum.
i'm here on a mission. to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this:. you're running down the staircase at random.
I am The Saviour!. . I am your God, I take you up when you are down. Your heart, your soul, I am your mind control. You need to believe, just close your eyes I'll make you see.
Looks like I've been here before. But I don't remember places faces, just tell me that I've been. Sing my song, every night. But the answer lies between the line.
I am so tired;. Bone scratched and empty too. Always I have waited. But I've never known such wonder. Trace me in gray. Cold comfort, and hollow brow.
You take your seat by the window,. and always get your way.. Luck spins her web slowly,. dragons line the way.. . Little ways, little things, idiosyncrasies,.
face the fact, there's no road. that can take me back. take me to the start, to the altar. where I sold my heart. of all the eyes that I have closed. of all the lives I have disposed.
Freezing, waking up alone. Staring, at the ceiling and the phone. Thinking, that this house once was a home. Falling, for a hundred million miles. Shattered and broken, like a hundred million tiles.
You told me to hold on here. To hold on like day old beer. To hold on for your return. May I yearn and burn?. I sit in my rocking chair. And swing like a doctrinaire.
a world that will wrap you round a tree. demons that keep you from your sleep. at night. . and in the mirror all I see. is someone who looks a lot like me.
Listen, I got the shivers and the chills. Got an awful pile of bills to pay. That's the prize for all the thrills. Breakdown, I got the medals and the scars.
all you do all. you've been through. has put you where you are today. . all you do. is a photograph of you. now do you like what's in the picture?. . the time is now.
All the disused derelict buildings. They tell of stories of time's gone by. They tell of broken dreams and promises. Of all those forgotten lies. . And the waste grounds of a city proud.
She is an honest. And goodness kind of queen. And he is an honest. And one kind of king. . Rich and beautiful. The perfect melody. For the music we make.
Where can we go, what can we do. We're lost, alone, removed, confused. Let down and torn apart. Seek knowledge from the heart. Rework the illustrations, we are a new creation.
When the party's over. And everyone's gone home. Play the music slower. And leave me all alone. . 'cause this is where it starts. You'll find me in the dark.
Met Jimmy at the colony blue. It's been 2 years since I've seen you. He sat me down and he told me the truth. And I'm here now because of you. Little things that get me through.