| Take A Pebble Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea, Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spills so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shreds of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your memories are not real. Wear sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hopes. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives,of our lives, lives... Druckversion |
Knife Edge Just a step cried the sad man Take a look down at the madman Theatre kings on silver wings Fly beyond reason From the flight of the seagull Come the spread claws of the eagle Only fear breaks the silence As we all kneel pray for guidance Tread the road cross the abyss Take a look down at the madness On the streets of the city Only spectres still have pity Patient queues for the gallows Sing the praises of the hallowed Our machines feed the furnace If they take us they will burn us Will you still know who you are When you come to who you are When the flames have their season Will you hold to your reason Loaded down with your talents Can you still keep your balance Can you live on a knife-edge Druckversion |
| Lucky Man He had white horses And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Druckversion |