Peter Hammill piosenki

I was thinking about thinking But it really didn't get me very far, So I thought I'd throw a Tarot, But I only got the Priestess and the Star. There's a shadow cast between the future and the past; The room and I agree to buy some time... The cards don't tell...

In my youth, I played at trains: now all steam is gone. In my dreams, brief shelter from the rain, I try to catch the fireglow... With Dinky Toys, I thought that I was Stirling, With cricket bat, I saw myself as Peter May; Now, with all these images returning,...

On Tuesdays, she used to do yoga While I'd sit and watch the box In a vegetable way, But always ready to say To myself that I was an artist, Implying that she was not. It's funny the way that self-pity Can take over from self-esteem - Well, I was the prince o...

As surely as the countdown begins our time is not our own already there's the breath of the wind which bleaches bare the bones of the deadlines we set, of the jokes we don't get and forgetfulness that furrows the brow... no I'll never find a better time to be...

Yes, questions Coming up on the autocue And I'm open to suggestion But can I say the same for you? So lost in the forest of pronouns That I can't see the wood for the trees... Got to face up to the showdown Between you, me and him, which is we? Strange langua...

Passage assured On the good ship Goodbye... Dare I raise up my eyes To stare into the rigging? (Preparing to go/come home...) All we could have done We're at pains to explain But all our might in the main Is only empty promise Unfulfilled at last Still no-on...

He'd like you to call him lucky, The original self-made man; No sense of wide-screen vision, No gender strangeness he can understand. Roll on the old, old story, You can call it original sin; Yeah, stamp that one in his passport, Paste it and colour it in. C...

Sometimes it's very scary here, sometimes it's very sad, Sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror, Splintered glass distorts my face And though the light is strong and strange It can't illuminate the...

A motor-bike in Afrika, Yeah, he's riding the white line, Oblivious of snakes stretched out across the way like trip-wire, Shouting "The road is mine!" Tracing the line of the Skeleton Coast, Ghost riders from the Sud-West: The original Angels of Death...

A perfect date to hesitate, I hope it won't be too long. You're a sucker for the punch And the telegraph bells are ringing; Now it's coming to the crunch As you stumble on the Jaffa Gate. I think you know how it happens on the stage When the heavenly c...

A Ritual Mask Upon the wall Furnishes his surroundings And he thinks that's all. The Ritual Mask, Its power still strong, A memento of his travels, That he got for a song. He got it for a song. He got it for a song. It was the song of the centuries...

Disconnect, This circuit's broken, The juice is drained, The body weak and the head is bowed. I suspect What stays unspoken Will prove to be a truer word Than any we shout out loud, Chests puffed up proud. Oh, life's so cheap that there's no doubt Yo...

Out of joint, out of true, out of love, out of the blue, out of order, out of orbit, out of control, out of touch, out of line, out of sync and out of time, out of gas, out of tread, out of road. Out of date, out of stock, out of use - out, out dammed spot! Yo...

This meeting is a coincidence Which deserves a second look: We've seen the chapter of accidents Become the longest in the book. I see your face in the picture for better or worse, All power to the accident! Oh, the sweetest is the one I'm holding in my...

[The Chorus] The chorus has often an unenviable role to play, Often a distasteful task to perform; Summoned as witness to uncounted crime, She's the silent accomplice of all, Then she turns and comments on the action. She hears... observes, but must ne...

[Montresor] That must be the house. There is no other within many miles. But surely not... It's just an empty shell, Devoid of life; A sterile outcrop of stone amid the mire. But there can be no doubt, this is the house! And yet it looks so dark, so f...

[The Voices Of The House] House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe... Undercroft. Abutments. Stones. Wood. Breathe... Buttresses. Bressumers. Spandrels. We Breathe... Columns and Pillars. Shafts. Arches. Capitals. Breathe... We breathe. We are waiting....

[Roderick Usher] I shun the light, Creep in the gloom like a toad, a white worm, Tortured by the faintest gleam of sun. I hear... Oh God, if you could only know the things I hear! I hear the lake sucking at the walls, I hear bats breathing I hear the...

[Montresor] Oh, my poor dear friend, You must see you are not well. I've read of this before, I think it's called Hyperaesthesis. I'm no doctor, but it's clear Your nerves have gone to pieces. You need to get away, You need a holiday, You need a chan...

[Usher / Montresor] I didn't mean to interrupt... Montresor, you came! Did you think I'd ignore your letter? Montresor, you're here! Come let me help you with your coat. Sit down and rest yourself. Oh, it's so good to see you here! Now tell me all you...