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Afterwards
05:05
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;
in viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide...
it's all too beautiful
for my mind to bear
and, as we shimmer into sleep, something's unshared.
But, seeing the flower that was there yesterday,
a tear forms just behind the soft peace of your shades....
The world's too lonely
for a message to slip
but between the dying rails of peace
you trip.
The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand;
your eyes, which were clear in the night, are opaque as you stand.You were too beautiful
for it to last...
these visions shimmer and fade out of
the glass.
The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/vdgcds/agmlyrics.htm#1
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
Horus, the son of Isis, lay in the marshes of Buto,
poisoned by Set.
She called out to the High God Ra to kill this evil,
that her child may live yet:
casting aside her present fears,
she called out on the boat of millions of years...
Ra came and saw, and stopped the sun until he had cured
the life of the innocent.
Horus the Good lived in the North, in lands of fertility
and beauty;
but Set stayed in the hard desert, to him belonged
all drought and perversity.
While he sheds his tears beneath the boat of millions of the years
he fights to kill the Hawk, bearing with him evil and darkness;
but Horus lives with the Sun.
Forever the battle rages, evil tries to kill
the innocent baby
and only Osiris, the Lord of the Dead, can eventually
save it.
So we must cast aside our future fears
and call out on the boat of the millions of the years:
the God of Love is on our side,
and with him we shall not die -
there's life in the Sun !
There's life in the sun !
Only the violence is the cause lost:
in peace, grey Set can't kill our baby of love.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/vdgcds/misclyrics.htm#4
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
So many years ago, I thought you were the one -
who knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,
adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past?
Who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?
Don't try to tell me nothing dies.
Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
don't try to tell me nothing's new,
too many of my yesterdays belong to you.
I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,
I got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,
but seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.
Just when I think I'm finally over you,
don't come and show me that's not true.
Tell me about it, talk to me - I hear it coming, I feel it coming,
the way you want this thing to be.
You're only trading on our memories
don't go and say you still love me.
You're trading on my memories, you're trading in a rosy past;
you know I'm lost on stormy seas...but I still stand before the mast,
beneath the stars and under sail towards horizons out of true....
Behind the dance of seven veils I still see you....
Tell me about it, have your way;
I see it coming, I hear it coming,
I know what you're about to say.
You've had too many of my yesterdays,
and I don't want to fall again.
Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,
don't try to tell me nothing's new,
too many of my yesterdays are lost in you.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/andcllyrics.htm#1
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4. |
Celebrity Kissing
04:42
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
Celebrity kissing, this has got to stop;
yeh, they're swarming like flies,
they're like bees around the honeypot.
Celebrity kissing, will it never end?
Well, you know and I know this is only pretence....
You give it all you've got in radiance on the podium,
manicured fingers grip the figurine.
You taught us all you knew in missionary position;
throw your arms around your latest scene,
it could have been celebrity kissing....
This has got to stop:
yeh, they're swarming like flies,
they're like bees around the honey;
you were wonderful, darling, does it never end?
Well, you know and I know this is only pretence.
They saw you coming for a thousand miles,
knew something wicked by the pricking of the thumbs;
they can't believe this cheek you're turning is your better side;
I think they preferred it when you acted young and dumb.
So you take it to the limit,
take it from the top,
shake it till it's broken,
does the penny never drop?
Celebrity kissing, this has got to stop:
yeh, they're swarming like flies,
they're like bees around the honey.
You were wonderful, darling, does it never end?
Oh, you know and I know this is only pretence....
Oh, look out. Oh, yeh, will the penny drop?
Some kind of madness in characterization,
some kind of method in your made-up face;
you got your wake-up call, your open invitation,
you get to party in the pagan place.
This is only pretence.
Cut and print, cut that kiss, cut....and print:
this is only pretence.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/noiselyrics.htm#4
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5. |
The Birds
05:55
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I'm really glad I've left behind?
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die...
The birds don't know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly;
they don't know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/fmlyrics.htm#11
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6. |
I Once Wrote Some Poems
02:30
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence,
standing by rivers of reflected light;
my thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too -
I surrendered to the warmth of the night.
And now I feel like dying,
and if the water were still here, it would
hold me close.
I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones,
as cobbles, rain and tears lashed down my face;
I then felt my whole world was fading
as memories jostled and fell into place.
And now I feel like dying,
and the pain of old fires still burns.
I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
and Death started slipping into my mouth...
but that was really a long time ago,
and I'm not writing poems now.
And though I don't feel quite like dying,
there is something deep inside me
softly crying.
And though I don't feel quite like dying
there is something deep inside me softly....
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/fmlyrics.htm#12
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7. |
Nadir's Big Chance
03:13
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
I've been hanging around, waiting for my chance
to tell you what I think about the music that's gone down
to which you madly danced - frankly, you know that it stinks.
I'm gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar
until your body's rigid and you see stars.
Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits,
pansying around; look at all the nerks
in their leather platform boots, making with the heavy sound...
I'm gonna stamp on the stardust and scream till I'm ill -
if the guitar don't get ya, the drums will.
Now's my big break - let me up on the stage,
I'll show you what it's all about; enough of the fake,
bang your feet in a rage, tear down the walls and let us out!
We're more than mere morons, perpetually conned,
so come on everybody, smash the system with the song.
Smash the system with the song!
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/nadlyrics.htm#1
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Necromancer
03:51
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
Yes, I live in the black woods, where you dare not
even speak my name.
If there is evil in your heart and you come near me
you will lose your sane.
My form is mystic, but my heart is pure,
you'd better believe what I say:
I am the Necromancer.
I cast deep spells and potent:
I am a Seer of the Real.
My forces work against evil,
for I love all I feel.
I know the secrets long forgotten,
you'd better believe in me:
I am the Necromancer.
Look into my eyes,
I tell you, occults power lies in love.
I fight against darkness,
the power of the Black.
Every day the power is greater,
and soon the world will come to rights.
Through the magic, through the power,
shaman shall die on the seventh night.
And now remember magic is here:
you'd better believe in the White.
I am the Necromancer,
and I come to carry your heart away to good.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/vdgcds/agmlyrics.htm#9
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9. |
Happy
03:15
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
How was it that we first met?
I forget, all I know is you
looked happy.
We walked around and talked a while;
in your smile I found that I
was happy.
I want to tell you,
it seems the thing to do,
I want to show I truly care.
Now at every time we meet
we walk the streets, I'm with you
and I
feel happy.
Just thought I'd tell you.
It seems the thing to do,
I want to prove I truly care.
But how long will all this last?
Time goes fast, It doesn't matter,
with you, I'm happy.
Time goes fast, It doesn't matter, with you
I'm happy.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/fmlyrics.htm#3
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10. |
Easy to Slip Away
05:55
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
My friends, I never really thought you'd go,
but, then, we know that's the way it happens here.
Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands:
I gather up the strands much too slowly.
The refugees are gone...they take their separate paths,
obliterate the past, figures in an ash shroud.
Susie, I guess you're on your way to be a star,
but I don't know where you are;
the only time I seem to see you is on the TV
It's so easy just to slip away....
Mike!
It's a year or two since I've seen you....
I might have dropped you a line
if I'd had time
or the will.
It's my fault too: I play a hermit's role
of cars and stages, wages, supersoul,
hardly ever seem to get outside these days.
So, dear friends, as we grow on we feel to grow away,
can only live in the hope that some day
it will all return.
It's so easy to slip away....
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/chamlyrics.htm#6
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Sitting Targets
05:54
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
We can talk about it in the car,
we can talk about it with the drive.
Keep your eyes on the road up ahead,
(don't forget what we said about)
staying alive.
If we'd been stuck there
just a few hours more
I'd have cracked up, I'd say.
No, you never can tell when it's coming.
It's so hard getting out of the way...
to be sitting targets is surely
no better than running away.
Sitting targets in the car:
I'll be thinking about it -
not so far, no so far to drive.
This time we made our getaway,
we'd been stalling for too long.
Keep your eyes on the road up ahead
while I try to forget what's been going wrong.
(What's been going on...)
You'd better check up on the CB,
see what Tail-End Charlie say:
"Oh, you never can tell how it's going,
no, you never can see how it's been,
but to stay sitting targets is surely
no better than living a dream."
Sitting targets in the car...
I've been thinking it over,
it's not so far, not so far to drive.
In the car....
We can talk about it in the car,
surely we can talk about it some other time.
Keep your eyes on the road up ahead,
I don't seem to be able to use mine
and I'm losing control of my body
and I'm running scared.
Oh, we're left with a black-and-white movie,
a positional state of affairs,
an obsessional interest in moving
just to prove that we're there,
sitting targets in the car.
I'll be thinking about it,
not so far to drive...
sitting targets in the car,
I've been thinking it over,
it's not so far, not so far,
not too far to drive.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/stlyrics.htm#7
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12. |
Vision
03:11
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed.
A vision shimering, shifting
moving in false firelight;
a vision of a vision,
protecting me from fear at night,
as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong.
I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin.
I simply open my mind and the memories flood on in.
I remember waking up with your arms around me;
I remember losing myself
and finding that you'd found me,
as the seasons rolled on, and my love stayed strong.
Be my child, be my lover,
swallow me up in your fire-glow.
Take my tongue, take my torment,
take my hand and don't let go.
Let me live in your life,
for you make it all seem to matter.
Let me die in your arms,
so the vision may never shatter.
The seasons roll on;
my love stays strong.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/fmlyrics.htm#5
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13. |
The Future Now
04:10
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(Lyrics (original) by Peter Hammill)
Here we are, static in the latter half
of the twentieth century
but it might as well be the Middle Ages,
there'll have to be some changes
but how they'll come about foxes me.
I want the future now,
I want to hold it in my hands;
all men equal and unbowed,
I want the promised land.
but that doesn't seem to get any closer,
and Moses has had his day...
the tablets of law are an advertising poster,
civilisation here to stay
and this is progress?
You must be joking!
Me, I'm looking for any kind of hope.
I want the future now,
I want to see it on the screen,
I want to break the bounds
that make our lives so mean.
Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred
of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed,
these scream from the pages of everything I read.
You just bring me oppression and torture,
apartheid, corruption and plague;
you just bring me the rape of the planet
and joke world rights at the Hague.
Oh, someday the Millennium!
But how far is someday away?
I want the future now
I'm young, and it's my right.
I want a reason to be proud.
I want to see the light.
I want the future now,
I want to see it on the screen,
I want to break the bounds:
make life worth more than dreams.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/tfnlyrics.htm#7
P.S. The first two lines were altered in the following way:
Here we are, static in the <former> half
of the <twenty-first> century...
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(Lyrics by Peter Hammill)
And the future spread before us like a feast,
we saw clearly to the curve of the horizon,
felt like everything we’d wanted was in reach,
all we so eagerly awaited
And the perfume on the air,
oh, I could taste it....
(Decline and fall, decline and fall
is coming to us....
And when the fall comes it will hit you pretty hard
when the fortified castle proves a house of cards
and the sweet cup of plenty’s shattered into a million shards.
Your Weltanschauung is now cut down at the core
and your self-estimation’s falling through the floor
now there’s not much still standing of the edifice by which you once swore
and which you used to adore.)
The air is thin, the air is thin,
the top of the world club’s what we’re in;
how thin the air, how thin the air,
the top of the world club isn’t there any more.
My crawling skin, my crawling skin,
what circle of hell are we fallen in,
so dread and drear, so dread and drear,
the pressure above an atmosphere, open-jawed.
All the stars are darkening,
all the stars extinguishing one by one.
Worlds we thought were ours to own
disappeared and gone,
disappeared,
disappeared.
Taken from Peter Hammill's Sofa Sound web-page at
https://www.sofasound.com/phcds/thinairlyrics.htm#9
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Mikayel Abazyan Yerevan, Armenia
Born on July 9, 1971.
Self-trained playing piano, guitar and later - bass, which allowed me playing and making a few
recordings with various bands in Yerevan.
In 2014, joined a special project dedicated to the music of Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator, which brought me back to studio work. Having released yet another successful solo tribute, started producing my own music.
And I like it!
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