Lovesong

It started slow like a rolling stone,
the signal for the riot had come.
Suddenly all hell broke lose,
no time to hide, no time to choose.
Water cannon - run for your lives,
teargas stings your eyes.
Shops with their windows in smithereens,
burned out cars and burned out dreams.
And all we're told is lock your door,
just turn a blind eye like you did before.

While on the radio
lovesongs they're still singing.
And from the TV-Show
another lovesong keeps on ringing.

Another city, another town,
it's the same old story all around.
Again you're told just lock your door
to turn a blind eye like you did before.

And on the radio
lovesongs they're still singing.
And from the TV-Show
another lovesong keeps on ringing.
While on the radio
lovesongs they're singing.
And on the TV-Show
another game-show host is grinning.

The sun is shining on a brand new day,
your wife comes in with the breakfast-tray.
The coffee tastes good as you read the news,
Police say they did what they had to do.

And on the radio
lovesongs they're still singing.
And from the TV-Show
another lovesong keeps on ringing.
While on the radio
lovesongs they're singing.
And on the TV-Show
another game-show host is grinning.
Yes from the radio
lovesongs they're singing.
And on the TV-Show
it's our song they're playing.

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As If By Magic

Emerging from my world Imagine living in a box And I won't come out Until I've broken all the locks Slurring all my words Until something sticks But in this smoky universe My mind keeps playing tricks And

Ничего Не Бойся

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Emily

You gonna phone me up again When youve sat too long alone At a table there at lous Drift about the afternoon And of course I sit with you For a while most every day Wave

Green, Green Grass of Home

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary