Неозаглавленное (1978) I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night.And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky,From a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shoreA picture in my mind of what’s to come before the storm.In time, we don’t belong in our own lifetime.I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build,New homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed,From a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore.Picture in my
Неозаглавленное In the back of my mind,All I feel is mistrust,In the back of my mind,All I see is the dirt,Segregation of thoughts,Ideals turning to dustWhere some houses once stood,Stands a man with a gun,In some neighbourhood,A father hangs up his son,In the back of my
Неозаглавленное Don’t think I’d have stayed just for one more day,It seems so much like home,No room to go astray,Don’t think I could watch — with mindless, empty tasks,Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.Pictures all around, of how good a life should be,A model for the rest,That bred insecurity,I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,It’s always in my mind,An institution with no
Неозаглавленное (1978) I walked out and I thought for a time I could seeNo defence, and I thought for a while you were me,We were wrong,In our time,Always down,Out of line.I relaxed from the days filled with blood sport in vain,And returned with the knowledge that we’re two the same,Two in Hell,Two set free,Too alike,You to me.And we watched everything pass us by in due course,Always tied by a mutual feeling that lost,We were two,Two in Hell,Two set free,Known too
Неозаглавленное (1978) Searching for some other way,To bring some small relief,Never to be satisfied,And snatch at all beliefs.Didn’t have the energy,To make up for my part,Everything seemed easy butI didn’t have the heart.Things that on the surface,Seemed so very much the same,But once you’ve made the move,So long nothing else remains.So afraid to make a break,For fear of what I’d do,It can cause repressive treatment,When they put the blame on you.I know now just where
Неозаглавленное (1980) Edging towards, a child you may keep,Retreading the boards pretty young thingYou’ll get your reward,Permission to speakA place to yourself,A garden with swings,Handwritten cards do nothing to ease,The burdenWhere is my release,Face up to them all,As they sway side to side,They put me on show,Disgusts and rewinds,To take life awayWas life really there,No sound,
Неозаглавленное, незаконченное Avenues all lined with trees,Edens garden left for thieves,I looked upon an empty stage,Where all the young men once had played.Inroads leading on and on, Filled with strangers every one, The ... arrived and here to stay,Look then turn their heads away.Buildings torn down to the ground,Replaced by new ones thought more sound,And as torches glow right thru’ the night,A sacrifice for all that’s right.I looked ahead an empty space,A