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Fool's Garden




Альбом Fool's Garden


Once In A Blue Moon (1993)
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Embellish yourself, surround yourself with toy,
a color TV, a brand new car beaming with joy.
You can run but you can never flee.
The world is awaking.

Don't you hear the nightingales chirping out of tune?
Spinning right out of the misery, winter is coming soon.
Can you keep your head together? Can you really do?
The world is awaking.

Perfect repression fences and walls,
eyes of obsession, temptation calls.
Copulate yourself with dullness and insanity.

Don't you hear the echobeat beating out of time?
You're the perfect dancer in this tango of crime.
Do you like your kind of living?
The world is awaking.

The world is awaking.
We're going one step too far
and war is just ragin' on and on and on.
(Round and round we're turnin').

So if you'd believe me brother,
if you can see the signs of love,
you should better awake right now.

. . .


What does it take
to stand for my pride?
In a building of glass,
but I'm still throwing stones inside.

Man in a cage,
a perfect place of perfect isolation,
a heart full of pain,
a door that leads to desperation.
How could I forget we keep on playing different games?
And I exit the stage,
I'm feelin' like a puppet retired from the hands of fate.

So why do I hesitate?
Why can't I break free?
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me?

What does it take
to live a life of perfect isolation?
And what will remain
on the road to desperation?
How could I pretend this life was only made for me
and nobody else
steppin' in my cage to free me from my chains?

Why do I hesitate?
Why can't I break free?
And why do I still believe
this cage was made for you and me?
It's made for you and me.

Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?
Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?
Man in a cage.
I'm livin' in my room.
Why won't you see that I'm engaged?

. . .


Mother can you tell me why I feel so scared?
Can you tell me why you're leavin'
at the moment when I needed you so bad?
I can't get through my head
my mum's dead.

. . .


Can you picture yourself on a paper plane
on a wind of change
and which direction will take you away?
Will it have the range?

And if you still believe in your dreams
and if they make you see,
it's all depending on these careless games.
It's careless games.

Can you gather yourself from the seeds of love
just for a lark?
Or will you watch the world through your
colourful glass - even when it's dark.

And if you still believe in your dreams
and they will make you see
it's all depending on these careless games.

Oh
Who's the master - who's the slave.
Oh

Is it true when you tell me there's a place in the sky
where you can change your mind?
Or can you see through this mirror
without seeing yourself
when it's you who cries?

And if you still believe in your dreams
and they will make you see
it's all depending on these careless games.
It's careless games.

The same dice have been casted,
the world is wasted - goin' down down down.

The same dice have been casted,
the world is wasted - goin' down down down.

We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.
We're goin' down.

. . .


Sandy came to meet me
to the secret little bay down by the shore,
where once a time she told me
that she couldn't live without me no, no more.
There I stood so close beside her
paralysed by the shining of her face.
It was an unreal imagination
that really any day
nothing no no nothing than words is worth to say.

Don't talk too long,
I can't stand it,
when my soul begins to bleed.
Don't talk too long,
the tide is comin' in.
Just make the fire-engine keep - away.

Wasted words were spoken,
the wind blew all the thoughts out of my head.
I closed my eyes and stumbled
and you turned pale quiet calm.
There she laid so close beside me,
her beauty hand in mine.
The sun began to fade
and my heart began to shine.

So don't talk too long,
I can't stand it,
when my soul begins to bleed.
Don't talk too long,
the tide is comin' in.
Just make the fire-engine keep...
Don't talk too long,
I can't stand it,
when my soul begins to bleed.
Don't talk too long,
the tide is comin' in.
Just make the fire-engine keep - away.

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The game of the allurement, they're echoin' now again,
flockin' to the prophets of pain, they're losing their eyes.
The frustration of the atmosphere is growin' anew.
They're going to the pyre to fan the flame - and you.
The flame and you.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.

Animals switch on bright lights to delude you,
encouraged by the silent masses, encouraged by the dark,
dumb brains they all forget and now they're baitin' again.
Modesty was never real, was never real. Never.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.

There's a wall of hatred, there's a wall of pain.
There's one solution, you can get out again,
there's a sea of tears and a life of sorrow.
But if we're blind today, we will get lost tomorrow.
Tomorrow we will get lost.

Tell me how long, tell me how long.
It won't be long before they all
are sorry for the gods they called.
Tell me how long.
How long.

. . .


I wonder where you are
while all the hopes inside my heart
just fall apart.
It's preying on my mind
but I'm still at a loss of words,
they're so hard to find.

But now I fall for her,
I wonder how I could explain the reason why.
And when I fall for her
I can't believe we have to say goodbye.
Oh we say.

This shadow on the wall
is still your picture in my eyes
and I'm paralysed.
A piece of broken glass,
some scraps of paper on the floor,
now there's nothing more.

Still I will fall for her,
I wonder how I could explain the reason why.
And when I fall for her
I can't believe we have to say goodbye.
Oh we say.

And when my thoughts became too strained,
then I was slowly sinking like raindrops in the sand.
While your voice was in my ears,
I was slowly drowning in the sea of my own tears.

But now I fall - and now I fall.

But now I fall for her,
I wonder how I could explain the reason why.
And when I fall for her
I can't believe we have to say goodbye.
And when I fall for her
I can't believe we have to say goodbye.
Oh we say goodbye.

. . .


Cry baby cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.

The king of Marigold was in the kitchen
cooking breakfast for the queen.
The queen was in the parlor playing piano
for the children of the king.

Cry baby cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.

The king was in the garden picking flowers
for a friend who came to play.
The queen was in the playroom painting pictures
for the children's holiday.

Cry baby cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.

The duchess of Kilcardy always smiling
and arriving late for tea.
The duke was having problems with the message
at the local Bird and Bee.

Cry baby cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.

At twelve o'clock a meeting 'round the table
for a sentence in the dark.
With voices out of nowhere put on specially
by the children for a lark.

Cry baby cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.
Cry cry,
make your mother sigh.
She's old enough to know better,
so cry baby cry.

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Just don't know the reason,
don't know the reason why
you tell me you are weary,
there are clouds in your sky.
Put your hands on my temples.
Can't you see it in my eyes?
Raise your head against the wall,
you don't have to disguise yourself.

Lena

Just another morning,
just another day,
another day without you,
another lonely day.
I feel your breath in my ear
your fingers in my hair
your sweat, your lips, your voice, your face
though you're not there.

Oh Lena - can't get you out of me.
Oh Lena - can't get you out of me.

Ashes on the table,
heavy rains they fall.
The firmament gets dismal
colours on the wall.
Draw me to the rainbow,
I'm trying to resist.
Cut the ground from under my feet,
tear me out of that midst.

Oh Lena

Everywhere I go,
every time I try to sleep,
everything reminds me.
I feel the pain so deep.
Please tell me anything
and stop the circles move.
The pain is growing stronger
because I still love you - Lena.
You, you, you oh! Lena!

. . .


There's a sign on the wall
and it's a sign so white of colour.
The more I watch, the more it turns around
and it's painting yellow circles down on the floor.
Go!

Time is up and the sky is down.
Where's the only way I know?
All the precious lines, the previous times.
There's nothing else below.

Why don't you take it away?
Why don't you take it away?
Why don't you take it away with all its pain?
Why don't you take your spell away?

Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
My brain begins to swim
but I don't know.
Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
I don't know - oh I don't know,
but I don't know.

No illusion, no discovering,
nothing left at all,
no protection, no assurance.
I stumbled, now I fall.

Why don't you take it away?
Why don't you take it away?
Why don't you take it away with all its pain?
Why don't you take your spell away?

Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
My brain begins to swim
but I don't know.
Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
I don't know - oh I don't know.
Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
My brain begins to swim
but I don't know.
Tell me who I am,
tell me where I go.
I don't know - oh I don't know,
I don't know!

. . .


If there's a space inside my mind,
I'd fill it up with you.
If there's a place above the skies
to start this life anew
and if I had another chance
to make me dreams come true.

But now I'm so tired of waitin',
I don't wanna play this part of the fool,
I don't wanna follow your second hand rules.
Your second hand rules.

If there's a room without no sound,
I'd hear your voice inside.
If Mr. Judge would come around,
he'd seize my worthless mind.
But there is nothing to be found
as long as I'm alive.

But now I'm so tired of waitin',
I don't wanna play this part of the fool.
There's one thing that you're betraying,
I don't wanna follow your second hand rules.
But now I'm so tired of waitin',
I don't wanna play this part of the fool.
I don't wanna follow your, all your second hand rules.

If there's a world without no tears,
I'd cry them all for you
and if the rulers of the world
would tell me what to do,
then choose the weapons,
I'd give a shit on it.
Oh no no I would never fit
in this kind of you.

But now I'm so tired of waitin',
I don't wanna play this part of the fool.
Oh no I would never follow your second hand rules.

. . .


Show me the way to the mountains,
follow the road where I once have lost my way.
To the mountains.

Show me the way to the valleys
back to the place where my memories once have died.
To the valleys.

Follow the path to the graveyard
silently winding through the veils of wasted time.
To the graveyard.

Show me the way to the fields of pain
coming to terms with the past and what remains.
You're not forgotten.

Oh you're in my mind,
oh still in my mind.

. . .


Take a walk go downtown, move slowly and take care.
Look around and think about it, what they tell you
everywhere, monuments of glory monuments of fame.
Shouldn't we believe in your dream?

A glimmering world - it's blowing a gale.
And the invisible sun - another fairy-tale.
Bewildered thought in '91.
There isn't anyone.

Beggars on the left side, pious politicians on the right,
golden doors and diamonds, children killing children just
aside, advocate of freedom, of justice and of peace.
Shouldn't we believe in your dream?

A glimmering world - it's blowing a gale.
And the invisible sun - another fairy-tale.
Bewildered thought in '91.
There isn't anyone.

You've coloured yourself as beautiful as beautiful as can be
but now your paint is peeling off, it's your face that I see.
With your arts of deception you've made the world go blind
but we are you, we are you America, take a look behind.

Shouldn't we find the spirit?
A glimmering world - it's blowing a gale.
Shouldn't we find the spirit?
And the invisible sun - another fairy-tale.
Shouldn't we find the spirit?
No no.

Running like an eagle on the last days of fall,
the faster you run the less you feel yourself
smashin' on the wall.

. . .


Don't be afraid when you're drowning
under a sky made of blue.
Don't be afraid 'cos that happens
once in a blue moon.
Don't be surprised when you fail
in changing your life for a new.
Don't you be scared 'cos that happens
once in a blue moon.

So don't be afraid when you're leaving
something that you loved behind
'cos sooner or later you're going
to wipe the tears from your eyes.
Don't be sad when your conscience
is telling you nothing but truth.
Don't be afraid 'cos that happens
once in a blue moon.

Don't be afraid when you're waking up
all alone in your room,
'cos I'm so sorry it will happen only
once in a blue moon
and don't be sad when I'm dying
under your sky made of blue.

... But I'm so scared
it will happen
once in a day for me and you.

. . .


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