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Steve Hackett




Альбом Steve Hackett


Till We Have Faces (1984)
1984
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The Rio Connection
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When You Wish Upon A Star
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Stone mirror mountain rises from a low stream
The scent of flowers like an ocean of weeds
I take a boat formed like a long handled sword
The Heavens are vast and the sea is broad
What's my name

We find the great cave of burning clouds
The water horses come flickering down
A gap in consciousness a picture takes shape
I hear a thundering
A tidal wave breaks
What's my name

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The Rio Connection

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Matilda Smith-Williams Home For The Aged
Bingo and buggy rides
Wheelchairs and early nights
Matilda Smith-Williams Home For The Aged
And if you smuggle in
Another drop of gin
We'll take your hearing aid away
They never hear what you say

Matilda Smith-Williams Home For The Aged
A second childhood
But only if you're good
I hear Matilda passed away
Her spirit's still with us today
She watches over us
And those who make a fuss
You've never had it so good
They'd run away if they could

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Let me count the ways I love you babe
You don't know what you do
I'm a mess without your love baby blue

You were the only one I ever loved
You know I owe you every time
You were the first one to believe in me
And that's before I had a dime
I'm a mess without your love baby blue

As I walk by along the waterfront
With all my clothes soaked wet through
Let me count the ways I love you babe
I'm a mess without your love baby blue

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An honourable man picks a slender orchid
And crushes it between his hands
The sacred knife of a Samurai
Serves up Sushi in a sandwich bar
A doll that's made in Japan
Is made for every man
Tigerlily with eyes of jade
Takes you to a carnival of toy balloons

See a kite floating by with the face of a Chinese mandarin
It's such a different world, it's hard to remember which land you're in
I seem to recall a milk white hand
Painted with blood red fingernails
A tiny girl with empty hands
Walks the streets of Tokyo

As you fly through a city of empty souls
You feel that the wind is whispering

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There's a ten ton truck
Coming down the road
No matter how fast I drive
No matter where I go

Don't turn back
It keeps coming near
Don't turn back
Don't let it come near

Just when you think you're safe
And you're in control
You see an open road
Not another soul

Can't stop shaking and your blood runs cold
Fuel injection that runs way too slow
Will this killer win and run you off the road

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I can't see, I can't sleep
I can't swim, I can't talk
Can't write, I can't count
Can't fly, can't play today

Take your things and run away
Grab yourself a holiday
Fix your nose and change your name
Thyroid eyes they diagnose
Myopia

A red light stomach ache
Relax, but don't be late
It's too loud I've disappeared
I can't drink, I can't tell the time

Epic hero Gilgamesh
Battling with a lioness
One man war against the odds
Spectacles that break because
Myopia

I don't think that I can afford ya
You make me ugly, anyhow
I think I see a car before me
Or maybe I've just hit a cow

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Another night I've drunk my fill
Perhaps it's time to dim the light
And while the hours the sandman comes
Stumbling round like a bowery bum
Maybe I'll dream an Egyptian scene
Taking the easy way out
Taking the easy way out again

Maybe we'll meet in paradise
Where far beyond the shores of trust
A boat on sea can travel the land
We set sail for a castle of sand
The desert wind
Can darken your skin

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You know it's so hard
To be up before dawn
A few seconds' breath
A last cigarette
Execution fever
In a war torn land
Maybe it's the will of the Lord
Or the mind of man

There's been heavy fighting
In the Gulf of Iran
Pour away your whiskey
Or meet the kiss of the lash
Cover up your women
Like it says in the Koran
Maybe it's the will of the Lord
Or the mind of man

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Football Saturday
And our team has won
Looking for a fight
Now the game has just begun

All around our favoured nation
Some beat to a different drum
Carry knives and carry grudges
Drawing blood just for fun

If you stare at me
You will pay the price
Like the master race
We believe that might is right

It's war from the way I see it
Starting with the place you're born
Somewhere there's a light in the distance
Run for cover and keep me warm

Someday soon I'll taste sweet freedom
With a woman like you
I know that I can change

From gaol it's a hard climb upwards
There were others worse than me
I dreamt that a angel told me
Only love can you free

Someday soon I'll taste sweet freedom
With a woman like you
I know that I can change

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When You Wish Upon A Star

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