Текст и слова песни Legendary Pink Dots – City Ghosts
There was a time, a time for secrets.
We'd walk together in the forest, hand in hand.
We'd look uneasy, cold and pallid.
Then we'd find some magic mushrooms and we'd skip across the clouds.
We danced for the old gods, danced for the new gods,
Danced for the gods we never heard about.
Danced for the old days, danced for the new ways,
Danced for the days no-one talks about.
Tonight I feel nostalgic, feeling happy.
And the powder in my pocket's crying ``Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!''
Be my age, I could be going crazy.
'Cause I know you feel the same way, I can see it in your eyes.
Got my crown, I got my scepter.
Letters on my buttons spell Napoleon.
I'll give you money, give you power,
I'll give you a post in the Amazon.
Do you think that they'll lock us away?
Padded cells, packet-soup on October days?
Maybe we should behave in a normal way.
Face facts, face the real world.
A shadow rests, suggests no entry.
The tramp complains, collapses weeping gently.
A figure smiles and shines a blade discretely.
The drains ad-libbed a soundtrack as he picked his victim out.
He sang in the rain, he danced in the thunder,
Bowed as he bellowed through the balcony.
Stepped on a hand, set fire to a hand-grenade,
Slipped as the sparks skipped across his knee.
The song's decayed. Suits of amber
Popping as they burn in glowing embers.
The priest held up his hands, said ``It's over.''
We nodded wisely, scooped the ash and cast it to the wind
Played in the neon, bayed out the paeon,
Slobbering in tongues to the subway gods.
Just like the old days, rituals and red wine.
Hair all tangled and covered in blood.
Do you think that they'll lock us away?
We'd walk together in the forest, hand in hand.
We'd look uneasy, cold and pallid.
Then we'd find some magic mushrooms and we'd skip across the clouds.
We danced for the old gods, danced for the new gods,
Danced for the gods we never heard about.
Danced for the old days, danced for the new ways,
Danced for the days no-one talks about.
Tonight I feel nostalgic, feeling happy.
And the powder in my pocket's crying ``Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!''
Be my age, I could be going crazy.
'Cause I know you feel the same way, I can see it in your eyes.
Got my crown, I got my scepter.
Letters on my buttons spell Napoleon.
I'll give you money, give you power,
I'll give you a post in the Amazon.
Do you think that they'll lock us away?
Padded cells, packet-soup on October days?
Maybe we should behave in a normal way.
Face facts, face the real world.
A shadow rests, suggests no entry.
The tramp complains, collapses weeping gently.
A figure smiles and shines a blade discretely.
The drains ad-libbed a soundtrack as he picked his victim out.
He sang in the rain, he danced in the thunder,
Bowed as he bellowed through the balcony.
Stepped on a hand, set fire to a hand-grenade,
Slipped as the sparks skipped across his knee.
The song's decayed. Suits of amber
Popping as they burn in glowing embers.
The priest held up his hands, said ``It's over.''
We nodded wisely, scooped the ash and cast it to the wind
Played in the neon, bayed out the paeon,
Slobbering in tongues to the subway gods.
Just like the old days, rituals and red wine.
Hair all tangled and covered in blood.
Do you think that they'll lock us away?
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