Planned down to the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that
The seconds on the day of the Easter parade There was a flower child Running as fast as she can A new shade of rays and some bucket shoes And an angel
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen In the front yard outside where the children play Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
We all know Jesus died upon the cross Jesus' friends thought that He might be lost But He arose and walked out of the tomb He went to heaven to prepare
Is all that we've become, just nothing but hats and bags We're waiting for taxi cabs ao you light cigarettes and I'm taking drags In the air, a sea
(G. Slick) Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking--he's stalking devils of flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his holy
Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud, mon ami? Pourquoi Fatima a eu chaud? Pasqua z?ont failli l?expulser, mon ami, Pasquaz?on failli l?expulser Pourquoi voulaient
(Instrumental)
[with steve hogarth on vocals and steve rothery on guitar, ] [both from marillion. ] - ("uncovered" show at ronnie scott's jazz club, london - 1/31/95
J'ai vu le jour grace a un coup de vent Par une fenetre entre ouverte, j'ai foutu le camp A peine sorti de l'absinthe, j'ai dis ciao la planche a billets
Down, deep down, I'm down, down down, Down, deep down, I'm down, way down Easter woman came today, And took away my wife, Took her through an open
I don't wanna run around, run outside your kitchen, In the front yard outside where the children play, Sand box drifting in the land outside you're missing
Hold on to this There?s something crawling up my wrist I think it?s dying Bless the Lord I can?t think straight anymore You won?t see me crying
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine et lux perpetua luceat eis te decet hymnus deus in Sion et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem exaudi orationem meam ad
Mi accorgo adesso che e gia Pasqua sara che piove dentro ai raggi del sole e forse che ho mangiato troppo e non voglio piu cioccolata. E mentre si ride
A ghost of a mist was on the field The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace
Easter Sunday, we were walking. Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella
Tulkojums: Fred Astaire. Lieldienas Parade.