Meanwhile back in the year One, when you belonged to no-one, you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone. 'Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society one day you'll wake up in the Present Day a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be. Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore, won't you turn your head once more and make your peace with everyone? For those who choose to stay, will live just one more day to do the things they should have done. And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness: you feel you have to pray. Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written you into the Passion Play. Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind you're a rabbit on the run. And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye shining in the setting sun. Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience? Skating away, skating away, skating away on the thin ice of the New Day. Skating away, skating away , skating away
А можно еще?????
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У, привет
У меня есть весь Моррисон на mp3
Ой. И как бы мне их получить, хоть на время???
Или может я болванку дам. а мне кто-нить на болванку сольет????
А????
извиняите, сд райтера нету...
а хотя, у меня лежит диск могу дать только с обязательным возратом под страхом утягощения кармы
по аське если что
Отягощения, сорри
ок
Моррисон форэва!
если кому-то надо могу дать скачать все их когда-либо выпущенные пьесы! с текстами и фотографиями ж)
хи хи
ничего... но Ян Андерсон - лучше...
Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day
Meanwhile back in the year One,
when you belonged to no-one,
you didn't stand a chance son,
if your pants were undone.
'Cause you were bred for humanity
and sold to society
one day you'll wake up
in the Present Day
a million generations removed from expectations of being who you really want to be.
Skating away, skating away,
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
So as you push off from the shore,
won't you turn your head once more
and make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay,
will live just one more day
to do the things they should have done.
And as you cross the wilderness,
spinning in your emptiness:
you feel you have to pray.
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind has written you into the Passion Play.
Skating away, skating away,
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
And as you cross the circle line,
the ice-wall creaks behind
you're a rabbit on the run.
And the silver splinters fly
in the corner of your eye
shining in the setting sun.
Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like you're the only person sitting in the audience?
Skating away, skating away,
skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
Skating away, skating away , skating away