Radio London
1. Up In Smoke
2. Eloise
3. Heading For The Absolute One
4. Best Years Of Our Lives
5. Listen To The Quiet One
6. Can't Stop Repeating Your Name
7. Beautiful Blue Train
8. Annie Of The Nightingales
9. Under The Good Sun
10. Promises Of Eden
11. The Angel Calling
12. Up In Smoke (clever, clever version)
Up In Smoke
Book of love in front of me
Tries to bite my chin;
Angel right behind my shoulder
Waits to do me in;
I wish I had a heart
To walk me like a dog -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Used to be a passenger,
Now they take me as their own;
Used to be a fisher-king
But now my cross is gone.
I wish I had some faith,
But all I do is talk -
And life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
We could be engineers,
We could drive a coach;
Could be real New Age
With positive approach.
I wish I still could laugh,
I wish it was a joke -
But life's a sweet thing,
Going up in smoke.
Eloise
Eloise
Standing in the rain outside
Wondering if the sky is really made out of air
There she is, always looking right at me
But is she? I can't really tell
And I don't really care
Eloise
Something of the child
Something of the bride
And sometimes
Just not there.
Help me, please,
Discover about your secret life
And the purpose behind the clothes that you wear;
I just need some time to settle down,
Just need some time to settle down,
I need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can't even see you now;
And she smiles, and she turnes,
And she says: "I know,
I know..."
Eloise
Staring at the sea
Seven white birds
Sing
Lost in her hair;
I've heard she is
Lethal for the likes of me
Well, I can't really tell
And I don't really care.
I just need some time to settle down,
Just need some time to settle down,
Just need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can't even see you now;
And she smiles, and she turnes,
And she says: "I know,
I know..."
Heading For The Absolute One
Women today gained entrance to the City Of Light:
Oh Joy Undescribed - security there was never tigh
Saint Peter by the pearly gate -
He looks funny, but he's doing alright;
He's taking the preventive measures -
Must have been too late...
The lingeried ladies are walking on by;
The angels take cover - they think it isn't right;
And if the party's gonna go on tonight -
I don't know, who will set it all straight;
Who'll take away the empty bodies
And paint the clouds white - white again;
So, my love,
I think that enough is enough;
Tired of this second-hand fun,
I'm heading for the absolute one.
Descriptions in the holy books leave me feeling rather stiff,
For there's much more that my spirit has to give;
We played it perfect for the moon and the sun;
This story's over, the credit is gone -
So it's one for the road - and I'm
Heading for The Absolute One.
Best Years Of Our Lives
These are the best years of our lives - sweet and peaceful
The best years of our lives - enchanted and fey
Like the seeds we're sown,
Like the seeds trampled -
After the gardener did what he's paid to do,
Now it is finally time...
These are the best years of our lives - it's all that matters
The best years of our lives - fragile and clean;
Like a child, we're blessed;
Like a child - spaced out;
And may Lord have mercy on those, who invoke our displeas
In these best years of our lives.
And I'm coming from a different world;
And I really dont know how it's done here;
And I would honestly ask you to help me, babe,
To work with me, trust in me,
And cover my ass - and then I'll look away...
These are the best years of our lives -
and our captain's locked up;
And his choir of angels waits for this city to fall.
Before this sky, and them bells ringing,
I say - I know how you feel, God, I know how you feel.
If we knew our way out, we'd never be stuck here at all -
These are the best years of our lives...
Listen To The Quiet One
It's coming back now,
Back to the center,
Rest in twilight.
Talking in a different language,
Clear and delightful,
There's no translation.
Raised in wonder,
Shot in the back;
This is The Central calling,
This is the answer:
Listen to The Quiet One.
No need to worry
No need to hide
No way from the front line
Alone in the darkness
All the connections' been cut.
So I drank myself
Down to be up again
This is a different chapter
Written for your friends and lovers
This is the answer:
Listen to The Quiet One.
Can't Stop Repeating Your Name
Days of wine, days of roses -
They are here again, brought by summer haze.
The world inside of me was split and bored and fighting -
But now it stands still, silent and amazed.
Words will come later,
They will surely come, if I will need them still;
If blessed are promises given to be broken -
How more so You, love, for You're the Love fulfilled.
And I can't stop repeating Your Name,
Can't stop repeating Your Name;
You are The One, who make me shine like the sun,
Keep me forever in flame -
Never the same again -
I can't stop repeating Your Name.
Beautiful Blue Train
It was a beautiful night, when I was talking to My Lord;
I said: "Oh my, Omniscient One, tell me, why I'm tired and bored?"
He said - Shut up and listen,
You know - words are all in vain;
Just check your soul for this blue train.
Why don't we get outside, before it is too late,
You don't want to be stuck where the doctors and the lawyers
lie in wait
Take me out tonight - I'm tired of being alone;
And beautiful blue train will take us home.
You know, sometimes I feel like part of my body is made of steel
And then I think of all the little girls gone beneath its wheels:
Alright then, who's that dancing round this human pole?
And our beautiful blue train will take them home.
It was a beautiful night, and I was talking to My Lord,
I said - Lord, what You've been telling me is not what
I was taugh
He said - Do you think I really care
Where is that you roam?
Cause my beautiful blue train will take you home.
Annie Of The Nightingales
It was the time, when nothing was right,
Time, when nothing was wrong;
When ballerinas fly in the wind -
This time is now.
And it's written in the dark ways.
Written on the white halls,
Written in the cracks of the sky,
And it says...
It was awhile since the baby was born,
Awhile, since the story was told,
Awhile - and then it happens again;
And it happens now;
And I can see it in the dark ways,
And I can see it on the flyovers,
I can see it in the whites of your eyes;
And it spells out:
Annie Of The Nightingales.
And she goes...
Under The Good Sun
They say it's always been the same
Throughout the years;
They come they go they stay the same.
They pray for sun,
They pray for rain -
Against the grain, my love,
They go again, my love.
Young lovers broken on the wheel
They spin themselves;
I pray to Gods they spin it well.
Their hounds of love,
Their hounds of hell -
They might be true, my love,
But not for you, my love -
Cause you stand in the good good sun.
The winds of charity have passed
Beyound the pale,
They've left us here without the stage.
Their storms of war,
Their tears of rage -
They'll let us through, my love,
Cause we stand with you, my love -
And you stand in the good good sun.
Promises Of Eden
We've set our sails on sunrise -
Just like the scriptures say;
They have said they're building heaven, so it could
Be awkward, if we stay;
And the watchmen in their towers
Somehow have failed to see, how
We dance away,
We sail away
From their promises of Eden.
We hail Ye, Pretty Maidens;
And Ye, Weary Travellers - Hail!
Rest in peace, for there's no science that can unfold
The mysteries of our sails.
And while their wise men ponder
New ways to set us free -
We dance away,
We smile away
From their promises of Eden.
Some say this ship is crazy;
Some say this ship is iost.
But the Lady Fair, who's keeping us afloat,
Is still fairer than the most.
And while the full moon wanders
Above this ageless sea -
We dance away,
We smile away
From their promises of Eden.
The Angel Calling
It's always like this -
Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,
Into my brain -
And then waits for the spark.
And I say to myself -
Come on now, do you really have to be that insane?
Be that insane -
Than off I go...
Suppose I was made of steel,
I'll find myself a magnet,
And I'll call it your name,
Call it your name
And then paint it bright;
And you'll destroy me with light,
You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel -
Your hands on my wheel;
And then off I'll go.
All in all - it's another step to heaven,
And in heaven it's easy to see -
It was the angel, that's calling me;
It was the angel, and I just did what he said;
It was the angel, and I'm satisfied;
It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,
And I tried and I tried,
And I can't get you out of my head.
Up In Smoke
(clever, clever version)