Peter On The White Sea

When I took my boat out to the White Sea. I had no care in the world. Not a cloud disturbed the sky. I was dreaming only of how it might be. Then dark fell into the day.

Paint By Numbers

Optical Illusion

In my darkest hour just before the dawn. There's no sound from the empty street. But sleep won't seem to come to me. All your words in my head. Linger on and on.

Out In The Snow

I walked out in the snow. And left no mark upon the ground I trod. The sky, heavy and low. The exhalation of an Arctic god. And I heard words meant for no one.

One That Got Away - Al Stewart, Peter White

I came upon two strangers on a black and white TV. in a hotel room called nowhere, in the dead of half-past three.. . Their eyes met across the captain's table,.

One, Two, Three (1, 2, 3)

One, two, three. That's how elementary it's gonna be just fine and dandy. It's easy. Like taking candy from a baby. . Primitive country, rich in minerals.

On The Border

The fishing boats go out across the evening water. Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border. The wind whips up the waves so loud. The ghost moon sails among the clouds.

One Stage Before

It seems to me as though I've been upon this stage before. And juggled away the night for the same old crowd. These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor.

Not The One

It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections. In the eyes of hotel porters. And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no travellers.

Night Meeting

It was a night meeting:. somewhere in a troubled land.. They came with no greeting;. left without a shaken hand.. . Nearby the town sleeping. was unaware of what was done..

Nostradamus

In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea. And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me. . Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same.

Next Time

He heard the clatter of her heels in the street. The clock said half-past three. He lay there waiting in the dark to hear. The scraping of the front-door key.

Murmansk Run/ellis Island

Your father sailed on the Murmansk run. To guide the flocks of the ships home one by one. Grey beneath the Arctic sun. Or the glow of Northern Lights.

My Egyptian Couch

Now here's a book full of photographs. That my ancestors made some generations ago. They're wearing the lastest clothes in a nautical way. The Suez Canal close behind is frozen in time.

Mona Lisa Talking

This is the Mona Lisa talking. Out on the street where love goes walking. Into the shadows that can't hide you. Here is a voice that speaks inside you.

Mondo Sinistro

I take my troubles on a Friday night. To the heart of the bistro. Among the shadows and the low low lights. I can find a release-o. . My favorite waitress will be here tonight.

Bitten By The Wolf

Rollin' down to Pontchartrain. Honeysuckle running though her veins. Up and down on the great Big Easy. Hold on till the levee breaks. . Woah, woah, woah, woah.

Last Kiss

Not too much I'm missing tonight. Watching the night won't make time go by. Moving in the wrong direction. That's nice. . She said, "you make your own decisions".

Afrikana Security

Sitting home all alone. Been that way for a long long time. Waiting for that know on the door. And there they'll stand with a search warrant in their hand.

Debout Les Gars

Cette montagne que tu vois. On en viendra à bout les gars. Un bulldozer et deux cents bras. Et passera la route. . Debout les gars, réveillez-vous. Il va falloir en mettre un coup.