бы верблюд бородой. Проехали Азию, скоро Европа, А наш же верблюд всё спешит, Туда, где стояли когда-то ворота И плавал большой белый кит. Верблюд рассердился
Из-за гор - я не знаю, где горы те, - Он приехал на белом верблюде, Он ходил в задыхавшемся городе - И его там заметили люди. И людскую толпу
My amazon six-triggered bride now searching for a place to hide still sees the truth quite easily but shrouds all else in mystery while madmen in
August in the city 90 degrees The streets are full of arms and legs The audience is hangin' on the corner Just waitin' for some bones to beg The sniper
I try to see through your eyes but life keeps changing the view Are we so unalike? It's a boy's life after all.. It's a boy's life afterall. Have I really
Goodnight tired little eyes. Time to climb the wooden hill. Sleep tight safe in the night. Wander through your dreams at will. The stars are awake and
(Instrumental) Ton Scherpenzeel: Grand Piano, Prophet ---------------------------------------------------
Wake-up, Wake-up, wake-up Signs tell the time you're wasting. Wake up wake-up, wake-up Life you will find is changing. O the city life, endless confusion
(Latimer) Peter Bardens: Synthesizers Andy Ward: Voice
(Latimer/Bardens/Ward) She is my first love Graceful in all her ways Folding the hillside Turning the sky from night into day She won't fail to take
Standing at the crosswalk Wonder which direction to go Listen to the smalltalk Claiming how they told me so I improvise have to keep going For the song
(Sinclair) Every Sunday morning, before daybreak Down upon the farm, on the fishpond All the little ducks, they go paddling Look out goldfish your for
All songs written by Andy Latimer except 'After Words' by Ton Scherpenzeel. All lyrics by Susan Hoover. Produced by Andy Latimer. Engineered by David
Stepping outside, there's no turning back. Looking behind, there's no turning back. Nowhere to hide - watch out for the man in drag; she's got you tagged
(Latimer/Bardens) High flying glider, spread your wings Flying high on a cloud Born on the air, spiral around So busy making circles You never touch
As Rhayader departs, leaving Fritha behind he cannot prevent the Snow Goose following him out across the channel and left into the heart of battle.
Latimer/Hoover Searching for fragments of old yesterday, I stand at the edge of my childhood to find, I long for the shadows that danced at the end
(Latimer/Bardens) Andrew Latimer: Guitar Peter Bardens: Organ Doug Ferguson: Bass Andy Ward: Drums, Congas
