The digital read-out of the fuel and the pressure The flickering needle of time overloading The glare of the headlights reverts in the distance The luminous
Long and lean, a silver queen Have you ever seen such a flying machine? Hits the ground as fast as sound Seven hundred thousand pounds of little pieces
I see myself a hero while one wing falls away And the dial approaches zero in a spiraling display My past life flashes feverishly and lives I did not
Catch a falling starfighter Put it in the pocket of your jeans You can use it as a cigarette lighter Or as an opener for a can of beans Catch a falling
I focused the magnifying glass That brought the downfall of Icarus. I focused the magnifying glass That brought the downfall of Icarus. Balloons were
He waved a real gun And he went on the run He found out how to live Just like a fugitive Life on the run is like The edge of a razor It was not a tragedy
Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury And when he whispers commands in his megaphone They swarm to his call
The agent is cloned The sculpture with the power of a stampede I'll make it my home I'll live inside a capsule of speed I'll be a shooting star I'll
There's a convoy coming: Carrying a load of coal. All we've got is banners, On a six-foot pole. I said: ?slow down brother, You ain't driving in here.
We're walking out We're downing our tools. This management They take us for fools. All we're asking is A living wage A living wage A living wage And now
With your complicated apparatus In your elaborate laboratory Doctor Frankenstein won't you create us Something terrifying for us to see And ooh, we like
I've tried every conceivable pill to stop me from getting so ill but when the ship starts to rock n roll I've got to reach for me medical bowl And it
See that fine full fresh river that's a flowin' like the place that I'll be goin' on the day I die. That red-wood tree growing higher than a masthead
Shards of shattered twilight slice through glacial palaces of ice. The goddess gets her planet prize: A wolf with wild fire in his eyes. Yggdrasil's roots
Surf surf riding ... cruising the crests Surf surf riding ... zooming with zest. Surf surf raiding ... unbelievably brown Plundering cities. And pillaging
There had always been the unearthly dark of fathomless absence until, from the south, came Muspellsheim's inferno of flaring yellow flames. And then,
You can call me a hog-drunken swine because I like drinking wine but I'm really not drunk all the time I was sober when I made up this rhyme. There's
We set the sails and hauled our oars heading for the gods alone know where in the whale's wake we left our shores heading for the gods know where. We