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Utopia - àìåðèêàíñêàÿ ãðóïïà, ïîþùàÿ â ñòèëå õàðä-ðîê, àðò-ðîê è äð. Îáðàçîâàíà â 1973 ãîäó. Ó÷àñòíèêè - Òîää Ðàíäãðåí, Êåâèí Ýëëìýí, Ðàëüô Øóêåòò è äð.

 

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Abandon City

Did you see the color of the water coming out of the tap?
Did you hear the chatter of the hammer
When you’re trying to nap?
There’s nothing on the counter at the a&p store
The bank don’t even bother now to open the door
It ain’t pretty, pity

Abandon city
Everybody over the side
The hour is late, they’re closing the gate, no time to decide
Abandon city
Yeah, you better run for your lives
There’s nothing to spare
The cupboard is bare
The bees have all left the hive

Someone’s doing a non-stop performance
Of "the rape of the lock"
No one’s got the nerve to take a tiptoe after seven o’clock
And everybody’s looking for a piece of the rock
And I just want to get my cadillac out of hock
Too much nitty gritty

 

All Smiles

Smiles, all smiles
Like the sweet light of the sunrise
I’m in love with something in your smile
All smiles, waiting for the love you give me
When you do I just can’t help but smile

You never have to shed a tear
Just remember that I’ll always care
And when I am old, I’ll see you smiling there

When I’m sad you’re the only one who cheers me
Let me see that heaven in your smile

 

Alone

Let me ask you a question
Will you lend me your ear
Do you know the meaning of emptiness
If not I’ll make it clear
Alone, alone
Nobody knows how lonely it can be
And I’m so tired of being alone.

Let me tell you a story
One you’ve probably heard
One about the man who was lost
And I can tell you in one word
Alone, alone
Nobody knows how lonely it can be
And he was tired of being alone
Alone, alone
Nobody knows how lonely it can be
And I’m so tired of being alone.

There’s an end to the fable
Where does all of this lead
That for everyone who needs someone
There is someone there to need
Alone, alone
Someone is still alone
Alone, alone
Someone is still alone.

 

Always Late

Hello honey, I just missed the train
My watch must have stopped I guess
Dinner is cold and the kids are asleep
I didn’t mean to get you out of bed.

Always late (always late)
Yes, it’s always the same
Procrastination is my middle name
But the rest of the world is ahead of the game
And that’s why I’m always late.

Won’t somebody give me a ride
I’ve been out of gas for hours
My mother-in-law’s flying in from the coast
She’s probably in an ambulance by now.

Willie, it’s time to get up
Willie, you get out of that bed,
You’ll be late for work again
Willie, willie!!!

Come on honey, give me a chance
I promise to mend my ways
Let’s go out for an anniversary dance
You say our anniversary’s yesterday?

 

Another Life

Well I could be wrong
But I swear that I knew you
In another life

And I could be dreaming but I swear
That I knew you in another life

Something happened just the other night;
I had a vision in the middle of a daydream
In a place I’d never been before
I couldn’t tell if I was still awake or sleeping

I saw so many things I barely recognized
I thought that I was lost but then I saw you

I could be wrong, but I swear
That I knew you in another life
And I could be dreaming, but I swear
That I knew you in another life

Certain things affect me certain ways
And this isn’t just the first time
That it’s crossed my mind

Something happens and the crystal clears
And you begin to recognize all of the little signs
I wish that I could place every little gesture
But it really doesn’t matter ’cause we’ll never know

 

Back On The Street

They tell me I’ve paid back the debt I owed
Forty-four months since the slammer door closed
They give me a suit and put me back on the road
And my thoughts are racing
Where do I go? what am I supposed to live on?
What happens when the twenty-five dollars is gone?
That leaves me lots of time to wonder why I was born
But the countdown is on

Everybody’s dancing
The music sounds entrancing
But you can’t find the beat
It’s the ticking of a thousand human time bombs
Who are back on the street

Oh the names have been changed
But the story’s the same
History will repeat
Add it all up and then divide it by zero
’cause you’re back on the street

I can’t stand the strain of this job no more
I must have forgot what I took it on for
I make lots of money, yet still I want more
And my head is blazing
I think that I’ll check out the shops downtown
Sometimes it helps to buy things when I feel brought down
At this hour I might dodge those hippie low-life’s around
But the countdown is on

Once you had to stand out
Looking for a handout
Free love and body heat
And that money’s just a crumpled green ball in your pocket
When you’re back on the street

Back on the street again
Said you’re back on the street again
The countdown is on
And nobody knows when

Spreading like a cancer
Looking for the answer
In everyone you meet
And each in his way has a hustle to play
When he’s back on the street

 

Bad Little Actress

I can’t carry on
This play is too long
I must be going
Extend my regrets
I gave it my best
But now I’m going
This is too much for me to take
Something tells me that she’s faking it
She says she don’t care
She wants to be fair
She must be joking
It’s simple she said
Let’s not lose our head
Tell me she’s joking
This is too much for me to take
But somebody isn’t faking
Someone’s heart is breaking
And if you see her give her my critique
She’s a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
There’s no one at the backstage door

I’m more than her friend
’cause I knew her when
She was no sensation
She’s wasting our time
Repeats all her lines
What’s her motivation?
Now she won’t share her stage with me
Her performance was outrageous
Put me through some changes
So if you see her give her my critique
She’s a bad little actress
Her delivery don’t come naturally
Anyone could see she doesn’t mean a word she says
Her mascara ran
And the show was panned
But I’m still her biggest fan
So when you see her give her my critique
She’s a bad little actress
Gets no curtain call
But the worst of all
When the curtain falls
There’s no one at the backstage door

 

Black Hole

Aw yeah!
Oooh!
Slipping in a black hole
Ah ha ha
Hee hee hee

 

Bring Me My Longbow

If you do not hunt, you do not eat
If you do not hunt, you do not eat
When will the sun come, when will the sun come,
When will the sun come

If you do not hunt, you do not eat
If you do not hunt, you do not eat
Who is the best boy, who is the best boy,
Who is the best boy

Bring me my longbow, sing me the holy song
Bring me my longbow, sing me the holy song
Fill the cup, fill the cup, pass out the water
Fill the cup, fill the cup, bless our provider

If you do not hunt, you do not eat
If you do not hunt, you do not eat
Burn out the tall grass, burn out the tall grass,
Burn out the tall grass

Women cry, children cry, throats are dry
But the family must survive

 

Burn Three Times

Burn burn burn
Burn burn burn
Burn burn burn
Burn burn burn
I’m cookin’ up somethin’
Cookin’ up somethin’
Cookin’ up somethin’ special for you
It’s on the back burner
On the back burner
On the back burner waiting for you
I’m no burger king, I’m no pizza pie spinner
Don’t come sniffin’ ’round here for something to eat
It’s a gourmet thing, not a tv dinner
So stay out of the kitchen if you can’t take the heat

It’s gonna
Burn burn burn - you might get burned
Burn burn burn - ’cause it’s so hot
Burn burn burn - that you might get burned
Burn burn burn

I’ve got a hot number
Got a hot number
Got a hot number bearing your name
It’s such a big order
Such a big order
Such a big order turn up the flame
It’s a champagne kiss with a surprise in the middle
I hope you’re hungry, I’ve been cookin’ all day
Got a love so strong you couldn’t squish it with a griddle
Call out the volunteers ’cause my heart’s a flambe’

I gotta time it right so it’s warm when you get it
Turn up the heat just a little bit higher
It was a good idea but I think I overdid it
I can’t reach the oven and the kitchen’s on fire

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