Любимые прогрессивные песни

[Antarakuys]

как? не помните La donna è mobile

или же "сердце красавицы, склонно к измене"

Риголетто

[Доктор]

От вежливых гигантов к вежливым отказам...

Вежливый Отказ - Портрет

Айвазовский грунтовых вод,

Лобачевский ночного неба,

Ты буравишь небесный свод

И скалистый грунт.

Дон Кихот оркестровых ям,

Гамлет мотопехотной роты,

Ты читаешь устав друзьям,

Но они спешат выйти вон.

Мне не нужен твой телефон,

Я хочу забыть твой адрес,

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче.

Эдисон эрогенных зон,

Ломоносов интимной жизни,

Ты б их мог осчастливить всех,

Но тебе давно всё-равно.

А мне не нужен твой телефон,

Я хочу забыть твой адрес,

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче.

Обитатель тропы лесной,

Ожидающий ветра с юга,

Твой пегас шелестит весной

Парой новых крыльев.

Вместо компаса шесть имен,

Вместо карты шестое чувство;

Так вожди кочевых племен

Крутят по степям ось времен.

Мне не нужен твой телеграф,

Я хочу забыть твой индекс,

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче.

Мне не нужен твой телефакс,

Я давно забыл твой номер,

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче.

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче...

Я хочу сегодня просто петь,

Чтобы мне стало легче.

Стало легче, стало легче,

Стало легче, стало легче,

Стало, стало...

[Доктор]

KHAN

- Steve Hillage / guitars, vocals

- Dave Stewart / organ, piano, skyceleste, marimbas

- Nick Greenwood / bass, vocals

- Eric Peachy / drums

DRIVING TO AMSTERDAM

We look ahead for miles

Down our avenue of lights

We motor past the airport

In the flatness of the night

Its fairy beads reflected

In the shining of your eye

Can it be that there's so many

That have been through this whole scene before ?

Staring at the ground

For I knew not what to do

I turned full around

And found myself, in you

The water looks so placid

To deny that it's a threat

Our weary faces smiling

With the energy that's left

Your flowing now has reached me

And I feel I want to stay

There's no need for a reason

We switched off our thinking hours ago

Still we're driving onward

Moving steady as a plane

Moonbug cars flash past us

As we head the other way

Across the dyke of worry

To a Nederlander dream

Now the morning opens slowly

On what seems a very special day

[Доктор]

CAMEL

- Peter Bardens / keyboards

- Andy Latimer / vocals, guitars, flute

- Doug Ferguson / bass, vocals

- Andrew Ward / drums

Lady Fantasy

Listen very carefully, my words are about to unfold

Concerning a lady I've seen but I never could hold

I can see by your smile,

Take a long while,

The words that come through,

I see that they're true,

For she reminds me of you.

Don't misunderstand me, it's not always easy to say

The words in your head and your heart that you just can't explain

I can see clearly,

A face in the sky,

Moon's in your eye,

You're passing me by.

Tell me the reason why.

I can see clearly,

A face in the sky,

Moon's in your eye,

You're passing me by.

Saw you riding on a moon cloud,

Saw you walking on a whirlpool,

From the corner of my eye,

I saw you.

Saw you sitting on a sunbeam,

In the middle of my daydream,

Oh my Lady Fantasy,

I love you.

[Levon]

Steel Dragon

Colorful

the show is over - close the storybook

will be no encore

and all the random hands that i have shook

well, they're reaching for the door

i watch the backs as they leave single-file

you stood stubborn, cheering all the while

i know i can be colorful

i know i can be grey

i know this loser's living fortunate

cause i know you will love me either way

most were being good for goodness sake

but you wouldn't pantomime

you are more beautiful when you awake

than most are in a lifetime

through the haze that is my memory

you stayed for drama though you paid for a comedy

i know i can be colorful

i know i can be grey

and i know this loser's living fortunate

and i know you will love me either way

look ahead as far as you can see

we live in drama but we die in a comedy

i know i can be colorful (when you live in black and white)

i know i can be grey (my colors fade away)

i know this loser's living fortunate

cause i know you will love me either way

[Доктор]

По телевизору вчера показывали. Вспомнилось...

Розовый Флойд - Никого Нет Дома

I got a little black book with my poems in.

Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.

Got those swollen hands blues.

Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.

I got electric light,

And I got second sight.

Got amazing powers of observation.

And that is how I know,

When I try to get through,

On the telephone to you,

There'll be nobody home.

I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,

And the inevitable pinhole burns,

All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.

I got nicotine stains on my fingers.

I got a silver spoon on a chain.

Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild, staring eyes.

And I got a strong urge to fly,

But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).

Ooooo Babe,

When I pick up the phone,

There's still nobody home.

I got a pair of Gohill boots,

And I got fading roots.

[Доктор]

По телевизору вчера показывали. Вспомнилось...

Розовый Флойд - Никого Нет Дома

I got a little black book with my poems in.

Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.

When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.

Got those swollen hands blues.

Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.

I got electric light,

And I got second sight.

Got amazing powers of observation.

And that is how I know,

When I try to get through,

On the telephone to you,

There'll be nobody home.

I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,

And the inevitable pinhole burns,

All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.

I got nicotine stains on my fingers.

I got a silver spoon on a chain.

Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild, staring eyes.

And I got a strong urge to fly,

But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...).

Ooooo Babe,

When I pick up the phone,

There's still nobody home.

I got a pair of Gohill boots,

And I got fading roots.

[Marishka]

Jack Johnson

Rodeo Clowns

Sweepin the floors, open up the doors

Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night

Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing

But here comes the music ...

Bright lights flashing

They cover up your lack of so many people

So many problems

So many reason to buy another round

Drink it down

Just another night on the town

With the big man, money man, better than the other man

He got the plan, with the million dollar give a damn

What nobody understands

Become a smaller man, the bright lights keep flashin,

Women keep on dancing

with the clowns,

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

They pick me up when I'm down,

Yeah, yeah,

The rodeo clowns

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down

The disco ball's spinnin', all the music and the women

And the shots of tequila,

Man they say that they need ya

What they really need, is just a little room to breath

Teeny bopping disco queen

She barely understands her dreams of belly button rings

And other kinds of things

Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange

Is that the changes occur

And now she's just

a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah

Man i thought that you heard

Yeah, yeah

The changes occurred

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just a part of the herd

Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground

You walk by look at him, but he can't look at you

Yeah, you might feel pity, but he only feels the ground

You understand moves, but he only knows let down

By the corner, there's another one

Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man

Well he tried to live, but he's done trying

Not dead, but definitely dying

With the rest of the clowns

Yeah, yeah

mmm mmm mmmm mmmm

With the rest of the clowns

Sweepin the floors, open up the doors,

Yeah turn on the lights, getting ready for the night

Nobody's romancing, 'cause its too early for dancing

But here comes the music...

[Ablertus]

Розовый Флойд - Никого Нет Дома

[Доктор]

А мне - хоть оперного, как хочу, так и перрвожу

[Gentle Giant]

Не помню было тут это, але нет, но они у меня теперь опять в фаворе, так что ахотелось поделиться.

HOUSE WITH NO DOOR

P.Hammill / D.Jackson

There's a house with no door and I'm living there;

at nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside.

There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,

falling through my head as I try to think out time.

I don't know you, you say you know me;

that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.

You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel:

my body's rejecting the cure.

There's a house with no bell but then nobody calls;

I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside.

There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there -

there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time.

I've learned my lines, I know them so well,

I am ready to tell whoever will finally come in

of the line in my mind that's cold in the night....

It doesn't seem right

when there's that little dark figure running.

There's a house with no door and there's no living there:

one day it became a wall...well I didn't really care at the time.

There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed,

overtaxed and strained - now nothing is revealed but time

I don't know you, you say you know me -

that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.

You call my name, but it sounds unreal;

I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.

Won't somebody help me?