Going Home

No More Tears

Anything Could Happen

Stripped to the waist
We fall into the river
Cover your eyes
So you don't know the secret
I've been trying to hide
We held our breath
To see our names are written
On the wreck of '86
That was the year
I knew the panic was over

Yes since we found out
Since we found out
That anything could happen
Anything could happen (5)
Anything could

After the war we said we'd fight together
I guess we thought that's just what humans do
Letting darkness grow
As if we need its palette and we need its colour
But now I've seen it through
And now I know the truth

That anything could happen
Anything could happen (5)
Anything could

Baby, I'll give you everything you need
I'll give you everything you need, oh
I'll give you everything you need
But I don't think I need you

I know it's gonna be (8)
Oh, whoa

But I don't think I need you (4)

Broken Wings

A tall tree
Turn and face the west
O we're running with the wind
A high clifftop
We're waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

But these broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all

And O how we laugh
But maybe we should crawl
And ask to be excused
We shout loudly
Have answers to it all
O but we have been refused

But these broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all
 

 Girl child
You're dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions
You ask me what it means
O but I am not at ease

But these broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all

Isle Of Hope, Isle Of Tears

On the first day of January,
Eighteen ninety-two,
They opened Ellis Island and they let
The people through.
And first to cross the threshold
Of that isle of hope and tears,
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was all of fifteen years.

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it's not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you'll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.

In a little bag she carried
All her past and history,
And her dreams for the future
In the land of liberty.
And courage is the passport
When your old world disappears
But there's no future in the past
When you're fifteen years

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it's not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you'll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.

When they closed down Ellis Island
In nineteen forty-three,
Seventeen million people
Had come there for sanctuary.
And in springtime when I came here
And I stepped onto it's piers,
I thought of how it must have been
When you're fifteen years.

Isle of hope, isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, isle of fears,
But it's not the isle you left behind.
That isle of hunger, isle of pain,
Isle you'll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.

Such a Shame

Such a shame
to believe in escape.
'A life on every face'
But that's a change,
until I'm finally left with an '8'.
Tell me to relax - I just stare.
Maybe I don't know
if I should change
a feeling that we share.
It's a shame

(such a shame)

Number me with rage
It's a shame (such a shame)
Number me in haste (such a shame)
This eagerness to change

It's a shame

The dice decide my fate
that's a shame
In these trembling hands my faith
tells me to react
"I don't care"
Maybe it's unkind if I should change
a feeling that we share.
It's a shame

(such a shame)

Number me with rage
It's a shame (such a shame)
Number me in haste (such a shame)
This eagerness to change

Such A shame

(Instrumental)

Tell me to relax - I just stare.
Maybe I don't know
if I should change
a feeling that we share.
It's a shame

(such a shame)

Number me with rage
It's a shame (such a shame)
Number me in haste It's a shame (such a shame)
Write across my name (such a shame)
This eagerness to change

Such A Shame

Isn't this a lovely day (to be caught in the rain)

The weather is fright'ning
The thunder and lightning
Seem to be having their way
But as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day
The turn in the weather
Will keep us together
So I can honestly say
That as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day
And everything's O.K.

Isn't this a lovely day
To be caught in the rain?
You were going on your way
Now you've got to remain

Just as you were going, leaving me all at sea
The clouds broke, they broke and oh!
What a break for me

I can see the sun up high
Tho' we're caught in the storm
I can see where you and I
Could be cozy and warm

Let the rain pitter patter
But it really doesn't matter
If the skies are gray
Long as I can be with you it's a lovely day

Music (was my first love)

Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
Music of the future
and music of the past.

To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
In this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.

Instrumental

Music was my first love
and it will be last.
Music of the future
and music of the past
and music of the past
and music of the past.

Instrumental

Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
Music of the future
and music of the past.

To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
In this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.

Je veux

Donnez moi une suite au Ritz, je n'en veux pas !

Des bijoux de chez Chanel, je n'en veux pas !
Donnez moi une limousine, j'en ferais quoi ? papalapapapala
Offrez moi du personnel, j'en ferais quoi ?
Un manoir a Neufchatel, ce n'est pas pour moi.
Offrez moi la Tour Eiffel, j'en ferais quoi ? papalapapapala

Je Veux d'l'amour, d'la joie, de la bonne humeur, 

ce n'est pas votre argent qui f'ra mon bonheur, 

moi j'veux crever la main sur le coeur papalapapapala 

allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté, oubliez donc tous vos clichés, 

bienvenue dans ma réalité.

J'en ai marre de vos bonnes manières, c'est trop pour moi !
Moi je mange avec les mains et j'suis comme ça !
J'parle fort et je suis franche, excusez moi !
Finie l'hypocrisie moi j'me casse de là !
J'en ai marre des langues de bois !
Regardez moi, toute manière j'vous en veux pas et j'suis comme çaaaaaaa (j'suis comme çaaa) papalapapapala 

Je Veux d'l'amour, d'la joie, de la bonne humeur, 

ce n'est pas votre argent qui f'ra mon bonheur, 

moi j'veux crever la main sur le coeur papalapapapala 

allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté, oubliez donc tous vos clichés, 

bienvenue dans ma réalité.

 

Send Me An Angel

Mírame

El tiempo era testigo
de nuestros besos,
besos prohibidos.
La sombra triste de la aurora
libre ya no brilla
desde que te fuiste.

Y la verde oliva
de la verde rama,
y la verde orilla
de la agüilla en calma;
y en el horizonte
se ve reflejado
el aroma inquieto
de nuestro pasado.

Mírame,
me dijiste mírame,
me cogiste de la mano
y me acariciaste,
no me olvides nunca,
tú me susurraste.

Mírame
me dijiste mírame,
lágrimas de otoño
cubriendo el camino,
mientras tú te alejas
yo más te miro.

Texendo Suaños

Midnight Walker

Les Feuilles Mortes

Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux où nous étions amis
En ce temps là, la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brûlant qu'aujourd'hui
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Tu vois je n'ai pas oublié
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent à la pelle
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emportet
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais

C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais, et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tout les deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants désunis

C'est une chanson, qui nous ressemble
Toi tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions, tous deux ensemble
Toi qui m'aimait, moi qui t'aimais
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aime
Tout doucement sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants désunis.

Autumn Leaves

The falling leaves drift by my window
The falling leaves of red and gold
I see your lips the summer kisses
The sunburned hands I used to hold

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I'll hear old winter's song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall

Listen to the rain

Everytime the rain comes down
Close my eyes and listen
I can hear the lonesome sound
Of the sky as it cries

Listen to the rain
Here it comes again
Hear it in the rain

Feel the touch of tears that fall
They won't fall forever
In the way the day will flow
All things come, all things go

Listen to the rain... the rain
Here it comes again... again
Hear it in the rain... the rain

Late at night I drift away
I can hear you calling
And my name is in the rain
Leaves on trees whispering
Deep blue seas, mysteries

Even when this moment ends
Can't let go this feeling
Everything will come on again
In the sound falling down
Of the sky as it cries
Hear my name in the rain

Black Horse & The Cherry Tree

Well my heart knows me better than I know myself
So I'm gonna let it do all the talking.
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.

I felt a little fear upon my back
He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking."
When the big black horse said, "Hey lady!" {When the big black horse said, "Look this way"}
Said, "Look this way, will you marry me?" {Said, "Hey, lady, will you marry me?"}

But I said no, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you're not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no
I said no, no, you're not the one for me

And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,
And it won't forgive me after all these years

So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy
And now I've got a hole for the world to see

And it said no, no, no, no-no-no
Said no, no, you're not the one for me
No, no, no, no-no-no-no
Said no, no, you're not the one for me

{Not the one for me}

Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You're not the one for me
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
You're not the one for me

(do, do, do, do)

Well I was
Big black horse and a cherry tree
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me
Big black horse and a cherry tree

Yar ko barak

Canción tradicional armenia, interpretada por Haig Yazdijan, músico nacido en Aleppo (Siria)

Yar ko parag boyit mernem

Gananch darevit madagh
Yar ko parag boyit mernem
Che tud aseyin kez g'arnem

Yerek dari miyan al
Kez vra sovorel em
Yar ko parag boyit mernem
Che tud aseyin kez g'arnem

Namakov hishele indz
Prnadz parevit madagh
Yar ko parag boyit mernem
Che tud aseyin kez g'arnem

Namakov hishele indz
Kez vra sovorel em
Yar ko parag boyit mernem
Che tud aseyin kez g'arnem

Aicha

Comme si je n'existais pas,
Elle est passee a cote de moi,
Sans un regard, reine de Saba.
J'ai dit Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi.

Voici des perles, des bijoux,
Aussi l'or autour de ton cou,
Les fruits bien murs au gout de miel,
Ma vie, Aicha, si tu m'aimes.

J'irai a ton souffle nous mene
Dans les pays d'ivoire et d'ebene.
J'effacerai tes larmes, tes peines.
Rien n'est trop beau pour une si belle.

Ooh! Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, t'en vas pas.
Aicha, Aicha, regarde-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, reponds-moi.

Je dirai les mots des poemes.
Je jouerai les musiques do ciel.
Je prendrai les rayons do soleil
Pour eclairer tes yeux de reine.

Ooh! Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, t'en vas pas.

Elle a dit, "Garde tes tresors.
Moi, je veux mieux que tout ca,
Des barreaux sont des barreaux, meme en or.
Je veux les memes droits que toi
Et do respect pour chaque jour.
Moi, je ne veux que de l'amour."
Aah!

Comme si je n'existais pas,
Elle est passee a cote de moi,
Sans un regard, reine de Saba.
J'ai dit, "Aicha, prends, tout est pour toi."

Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, ecoute-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, t'en vas pas.
Aicha, Aicha, regarde-moi.
Aicha, Aicha, reponds-moi.
Lalala, lalala

Autumn

Lang Lang plays Rachmaninov

Clown

I guess it's funnier from where you're standing
Cause from over here I missed the joke
Clear the way for my crash landing
I've done it again, another number for your notes

I'd be smiling if I wasn't so desperate
I'd be patient if I had the time
I could stop and answer all of your questions
As soon as I find out, how I can move from the back of the line

I'll be your clown, behind the glass
Go head and laugh, cause it's funny
I would too, if I saw me
I'll be your clown, on your favourite channel
My life's a circus circus, round in circles, selling out tonight 
I'd be less angry if it was my decision
And the money was just rolling in
If I had more than my ambition
I'll have time for please, I'll have time for thank you as soon as I win

I'll be your clown, behind the glass
Go head and laugh, cause it's funny
I would too, if I saw me
I'll be your clown, on your favourite channel
My life's a circus circus, round in circles, selling out tonight

From the distance my choice is simple
From the distance I can entertain
So you can see me I out makeup on my face
But there's no way you can feel it, from so far away

I'll be your clown, behind the glass
Go head and laugh, cause it's funny
I would too, If I saw me
I'll be your clown, on your favourite channel
My life's a circus circus, round in circles, I'm selling out tonight

Il dolce suono

Il dolce suono mi colpi di sua voce!
Ah, quella voce m'e qui nel cor discesa!
Edgardo! io ti son resa, Edgardo, mio!
fuggita io son de tuoi nemici.
Un gelo me serpeggia nel sen!
trema ogni fibra!
vacilla il pie!

 Presso la fonte meco t'assidi al quanto!
Ohime, sorge il tremendo fantasma e ne separa!
Qui ricovriamo, Edgardo, a pie dell'ara.
Sparsa e di rose!
Un armonia celeste, di, non ascolti?
Ah, l'inno suona di nozze!
Il rito per noi s'appresta! Oh, me felice!
Oh gioia che si sente, e non si dice!
Ardon gl'incensi!
Splendon le sacre faci, splendon intorno!
Ecco il ministro!
Porgime la destra!
Oh lieto giorno!
Al fin son tua, al fin sei mia,
a me ti dona un Dio.

The world's on fire

There's a couple sunbathing on a freshly mown lawn in England
It's a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles
The local vicar has pretended that the Church is well attended this morning
As he wanders without purpose to the Sunday service he smiles 

(oh-ho!) what a beautiful morning
(oh-ho!) what a beautiful day
(oh-ho!) what a sickening feeling
It took this long to make it, now we're throwing it away

Now, I was told not to play with fire
I said, look out Church the flames grow higher
I said, watch those flames lick that spire
I said, look our church the flames grow higher
(the world's on fire)

There's a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in England
There's a couple misbehaving when they should've been praising Sunday
And there's a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours
And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come Monday

(oh-ho!) what a beautiful morning
(oh-ho!) what a beautiful day
(oh-ho!) what a sickening feeling
It took this long to make it, now we're throwing it away

Now, I was told not to play with fire
I said, look out church the flames grow higher
I said, watch those flames lick that spire
I said, look our Church the falmes grow higher
(the world's on fire)

The world's on fire!

Firedance

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence

Painful Love

Simon & Garfunkel - The Concert in Central Park - Septiembre 1981

Horowitz plays Rachmaninoff

Vladimir Horowitz, el mejor pianista del siglo XX, interpreta la composición para piano más complicada, difícil, profunda y arrebatadora de la historia, el Concierto nº 3 para piano y orquesta de Serguéi Rajmáninov (o Rachmaninoff, como el propio compositor escribía su apellido durante su estancia en los Estados Unidos), en el Avery Fisher Hall de Nueva York bajo la batuta de un joven Zubin Mehta.

En ese momento, año 1978, Horowitz tiene ya 75 años de edad, lo que no evita que su última grabación de esta composición haya pasado a la historia como una interpretación magistral, única e irrepetible.

Shiny days

But it's only when you leave
that I'm staying up alone
and you just walked out the door
even even start to moan.
I said baby baby please
don't you leave me sitting here
got a lot of imagination for all horrible things.
But you're ready in the car
and you're driving your way home well,
I'm leaving you a message
on the telephone saying:

Oh, baby
bring me my shiny days
bring me my shiny days back
and he said;
Oh, darling,
bring me my shiny days
and take away the rainy days.

And it's been three days past
but you still have not been back
you've got a lot of work to do
you're a busy busy man.
But i'm still waiting for you
with the same love as before
yes, i'm still waiting for you
to give me more and more.

Oh, baby, 

bring me my shiny days 

bring me my shiny days back 

and he said; 

Oh, darling, 

bring me my shiny days
and take away the rainy days.

Common Ground

Que te vaya bonito

Ojalá que te vaya bonito
ojalá que se acaben tus penas
que te digan que yo ya no existo
que conozcas personas mas buenas.
 

Que te den lo que no pude darte
aunque yo te haya dado de todo
nunca más volveré a molestarte
te adoré, te perdí, ya ni modo.

Cuántas cosas quedaron prendidas
hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma
cuántas luces dejaste encendidas
yo no sé cómo voy a apagarlas.

Ojalá que mi amor no te duela
y te olvides de mí para siempre
que se llenen de sangre tus venas
y que la vida te vista de suerte.

Yo no sé si tu ausencia me mate
aunque tengo mi pecho de acero
pero nadie me diga cobarde
sin saber hasta dónde te quiero

Cuántas cosas quedaron prendidas
hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma
cuántas luces dejaste encendidas
yo no sé cómo voy a apagarlas. 

Ojalá que te vaya muy bonito...

Calling you

Giovanni Allevi

Nacido en Ascoli Piceno, ciudad del centro de Italia cercana a la costa del Mar Adriático, el 9 de abril de 1969, Giovanni Allevi es un pianista contemporáneo italiano cuyo estilo reúne influencias tan dispares como el jazz, el blues, las músicas del mundo o la cultura clásica.

Formado en la música clásica, a la que llega gracias a sus padres músicos, en 1996 compuso la música para la puesta en escena de la tragedia griega "Las troyanas", de Eurípides, con la que recibió numerosos premios.

En su carrera como solista, desde 1997 ha editado 6 discos de estudio, 2 conciertos y 4 recopilaciones, así como 2 conciertos en DVD.

The Sacrifice

One Hundred Thousand Veils

Come down
and walk these roads around
the city of Tehran
where seven candles burn.

Follow me
all you who claim to be
possessed of charity
down to the Crimson Sea.

One hundred thousand veils have covered the sun
and darkest clouds have blocked and blackened the blue sky.

Did you hear the fate
of those who educate
who even in the grave
find no respite from hate?

Have you seen the youth
who gave their lives for truth,
that girl who kissed the noose
and welcomed all abuse?

One hundred thousand suns have fallen to earth
with blasts that block the ears from hearing the new song.
One hundred thousand veils have covered the truth
How many mothers’ cries are lost in the tumult?

There is no war to fight
you have no sacred right
no holy book to cite
to make these wrongs seem right.

Does it so offend
to want this world to mend,
to walk in hope to the end
and see each man a friend?

Come down
and walk these roads around
the cities of Iran
which boast so much to man.

The Rainmaker

Paraules d'amor

Ella em va estimar tant...
Jo me l'estimo encara.
Plegats vam travessar
una porta tancada.

Ella, com us ho podré dir,
era tot el meu món llavors
quan en la llar cremàvem
només paraules d'amor...

Paraules d'amor senzilles i tendres.
No en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys.
No havíem tingut massa temps per aprendre'n,
tot just despertàvem del son dels infants.

En teníem prou amb tres frases fetes
que havíem après d'antics comediants.
D'històries d'amor, somnis de poetes,
no en sabíem més, teníem quinze anys...

Ella qui sap on és,
ella qui sap on para.
La vaig perdre i mai més
he tornat a trobar-la.

Però sovint en fer-se fosc,
de lluny m'arriba una cançó.
Velles notes, vells acords,
velles paraules d'amor…

Gypsy nights

When the Snow Melts

Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's a rainin' in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear the music ring...

And now you step inside but you don't see too many faces
Comin' in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places...
Oh but the horns they blowin' that sound
Way on down south, way on down south London town

You check out Guitar George, he knows all the chords
But he's strictly rhythm he doesn't wanna make it cry or sing
They've said an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job, he's doin' alright
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Savin' it up, Friday night...
With the Sultans... with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn 'bout any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans... yeah the Sultans, they play Creole

Creole baby
Uh huh

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Goodnight, now it's time to go home'
And he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans... We are the Sultans of Swing'

Talking about a revolution

Don't you know you're talking about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know they're talking about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know you're talking about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

Poor people are gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people are gonna rise up
And take what's theirs

Don't you know you better run, run, run, run, run
Oh I said you better run, run, run, run, run

Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking about a revolution
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking about a revolution oh no
Talking about a revolution oh no

While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know you're talking about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper

And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking about a revolution
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talking about a revolution oh no
Talking about a revolution oh no
Talking about a revolution oh no

Chalaneru

Chalaneru, chalaneru,
que lleves en la chalana,
llevo roses y claveles
y el corazón de una xana,
si pases el puente
nun caigas al agua,
que los mios amores
son de la chalana.

Son de la chalana son,
son del pueblín chalaneru
que si la chalana muerre
Llaviana perdida yes,
si pases el puente
nun caigas al agua,
que los mios amores
son de la chalana.

En la fonte la Nalona
hay una xana llorando
per que diz que non la quieren
los rapacinos de Entrialgo
si pases el puente
no caigas al agua
que los mios amores
son de la chalana,
que los mios amores
son de la chalana.

Comme faccio senza 'e te

Cinema Paradiso

Vide cor meum

E pensando di lei

Mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno

Ego dominus tuus

Vide cor tuum

E d'esto core ardendo

Cor tuum

 

E pensando di lei

Mi sopragiunse uno soave sonno

Umilmente pascea.

Appreso gir lo ne vedea piangendo.

La letizia si convertia

In amarissimo pianto

Io sono in pace

Cor meum

Io sono in pace

Vide cor meum

 

 

The Closest Thing To Crazy

How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.

How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.

...and being close to you
...and being close to you.

Come sei veramente

Maymorning

I'm alive again on a Maymorning
Going to wipe the slate clean
Follow my dreams
All the yearning buds are here again
With the promise of a new life to come
Spring is here again

The sun is melting over the hills
All our roads are waiting
To be revealed
For this day in history has brought us to here
Now it's all there for the taking
The day is what you see

The light's returning, the work is in hand
All the cynics have vanished
From where we stand
All the chances wasted are drawing me near
And all around there's new life rising
From the winter fields

I'm alive again
I'm alive again

Ravenscraig

Word came like a hammer
Night fell down like a shroud
And it's caught me drinking, trying to turn back the clock
Through this industrial ghost town

I've known graft and I've voted well
Trying to keep the Lowlands red
But all I gets control in foreign hands
Other colours instead

All I want is a roof over my head
All I want is a steady job
All I want to do is say I love you
With every penny I've got
And all I think about is Debbie and Jane
To give them some kind of chance in life
But the long road running out the strip mill gates
Has got me walking that line

We never stretched our dance hall dreams
We got it just about right
There's little escape from a working town
And from a working life

I placed my future in the palm of your hand
One autumn Friday at the Church of All Saints
There's no investment here in life or in love
And now it's getting too late

All I want is a roof over my head
All I want is a steady job
All I want to do is say I love you
With every penny I've got
And all I think about is Debbie and Jane
To give them some kind of chance in life
But the long road running out the strip mill gate
Has got me walking that line

Has got me walking that line

Has got me walking that line