Ãëàâíàÿ>Òåêñòû ïåñåí>Uriah Heep
Òåêñòû ïåñåí Uriah Heep, ñëîâà ïåñåí áåñïëàòíî (÷àñòü 18)
Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè òåêñòû ïåñåí Uriah Heep, ñëîâà ïåñåí áåñïëàòíî.
Òåêñòû ïåñåí:
SYMPATHY
Sympathy just doesn’t mean
That much to me
Compassion’s not
The fashion in my mind
And if you’re looking for
A shoulder to cry on
Don’t turn your head my way
’cause I’d rather have
My music any day
You and I are
Masters of our destiny
We look for consolation all the time
Until we find out things are not
What they were meant to be, oh no
And if it doesn’t suit our mood
We’ll call it crime
Dedication’s not an obligation
Or a figment of
Someone’s imagination
It’s the only way they say
To live from day to day
To make each passing way
A small sensation
Dreams are the possession of
The simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth
But living is a problem that
Is common to us all
With love the only
Common road to truth
TALES
We told our tales as we sat under
Morning’s sleepy sky
With all the colours of
The sunrise shining in our eyes
One, then another
With a story of yesterday’s life
Or of a lover who had
Gone in a moment of strife
No thought of sleep ever dwells
Upon the wise man’s mind
Some task or audience
Stealing every moment of his time
Thus we have learned to live
While mortal men
Stand waiting to die
How can we do what must be done
In just one short life
And if you ask
Then you must know
If you still doubt
You should be told
It was not we
That made it so
It was by those
Who went before
And there you sit
Tomorrow’s child
So full of love
So full of life
But you must rise
To meet the day
Lest you become another tale
Another tale ...
Tears in My Eyes
I thought noone could keep us from sharing the rest of our lives.
Like a fool I believed you were true and had no disguise.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
but with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
but with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
It's the same ugly story of a woman abusing a man.
So I have to forget you though I'm not even sure if I can.
There's a clear blue sky outside and the summer is fine,
but with tears in my eyes I'm no longer pretending you're mine.
THATS THE WAY THAT IT IS
I've been thinking about
What you said last night
And for all your fine words
You still don't have it right
'Cause that's the way that it is
And you won't ever change
You can scream at me
But the powers that be
Won't ever hear your voice
'Cause they're lost
In their own importance
No, they'll never hear your voice
'Cause that's the way that it is
And you won't ever change it
I've heard all your stories
Of how the few can be strong
And how you'll fight to the end
Just to prove me wrong
'Cause that's the way that you are
And you won't ever change it
But don't come cryin' to me
If your fanciful schemes
Don't turn out like you planned
'Cause you're chasin'
After something
That keeps slippin'
Through your hand
That's the way that it is
And you won't change it
The Dance
See the picture in the hall
Framed in magic on the wall
Ain't it funny how it glows
What's on the inside no one knows
What makes this picture so inviting
To those who stand outside it
Maybe it's the dancers
Or maybe it's the dance
the dancer dances
Thousands will fill the gallery
Pay their price to see a dream
They can make believe for free
Two hours' worth of fantasy
Maybe they pretend the picture's them
Or maybe they just love to sit and blend
Maybe it's the dancer
Or maybe it's the dance
the dancer dances
Tonight the picture has no frame
Colours unleash and float away
To each and every one of you
Tonight the spirit brings the news
You become a part of it all
Thousands turn to one in the hall
You become the dancer
And we become the dance
the dancer dances
THE EASY ROAD
If you’re looking for a place
You can fly together
And you’re really afraid of
What you’re leaving behind
Take the easiest road
But take care my brother
For you’ll never find peace
With a troubled mind
Far better to love each other
Than to worry so deeply
¡®bout the place you’re in
And far better to kiss her softly
Than lookin’ back on a love
You’ll never have again
Time’s as fickle as
The sky in winter
And two hearts always
Were better than one
Love has the wings
Of a tireless angel
She’ll stay beside you
Till the day is done
La la la la la ...
You’ll never have again
No no no, never again
You’ll never have again
THE GOLDEN PALACE
Locked behind the door
Taken by force
But I’m not guilty of the crime
How can this be real
What is aganst the law
To say what’s on your mind
Then I see your face
So warm as it comforts me
And tells me I am not alone
Pray for me tonight
Give me the strength of love
To help me cross the virgin snow
I will run till daybreak
My tears will fade away
They’ll never take me again
No I’m never going back
’cause when I get to the golden palace
Everything will surely be so clear
Can we give ourselves
Like a mother to her child
They took a part of me
Whenever I think of it
I shiver to the bone
The scar is on my heart
When will the crimes of
Inhumanity be known
I am only one voice
I will not fade away
So many are silent
But I will never look back
’cause when I get to the golden palace
Everything will surely disappear
The snow has gone at last
I’m out of the shadows and into the sun
And then I see you smile
Angel of mercy
The fight has jus begun
I can hear them calling
Across the frozen land
The world will hear us
You know it’s never too late
’cause when we get
To the golden palace
The memory will surely be so clear
THE HANGING TREE
Passing through the arms of satan
Reaching for the hands of god
Robbing every mind for wisdom
Running so he won’t get caught
He’s outlawed by majority
Been branded all his life
Some say that he’s a sinner man
As he rides from day to night
He’s a bad man, so they say
Living for his love and living free
Riding swift and secretly
So he’ll miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirit on the wind
Riding to his dream and destiny
He’s laughing at the wanted posters
Calling for his friends to see
Laughing aloud as he rides away
Kicking up the dust with speed
Time hands him down a pathway
And freedom is a horse he rides
Glory is a dream he’s after
And fortune is his heart’s delight
Riding swift and secretly
So he’ll miss the hanging tree
Wounded spirit on the wind
Riding to his dream and destiny
THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT
Late at night I’ll be knocking
On your door
Late tonight I’ll be calling
You can be sure
I’ll be waiting
Standin’ in the shadows once again
Sneakin’, creepin’
Howling like a tom cat once again
Oh, there’ll be nowhere
You can hide
When I take you
On the other side of midnight
You know I don’t love you
But I love what you can do
Some more of that hot persuasion
This time it’s (? ) just like you
Oh, there’ll be nowhere
You can hide
When I take you
On the other side of midnight
I’ll be knockin’
The other side of midnight
I’ll be callin’
The other side of midnight
Knock, knockin’
The other side of midnight
I’m gonna take you
I’m gonna make you
At midnight, at midnight
Late at night
I’ll be knock knock knockin’
On your door
I said late tonight I’ll be callin’
You can be sure
I’m gonna take you
Oh, it’s gonna hurt so good
I’m gonna make you do
What a bad girl should
Oh, there’ll be nowhere to hide
When I take you
On the other side of midnight
The other side of midnight
I’ll be knockin’
The other side of midnight
I’ll be callin’
The other side of midnight
On the other side
I’ll be waitin’, I’ll be callin’
The other side of midnight
I’ll be knock knock
Knockin’ at midnight
The Park
Let me walk awhile alone among the sacred rocks and stones.
Let me look in vain belief upon the beauty of each leaf.
There is green in every blade. The treetops lean, providing shade.
They are spining happy sounds, all nature's strength around.
And there's a horse that feels no pain,
its iron strength to take the strain.
Children rocking to and fro
and gayly drink its color glow.
Above, the sky, devoid of stars
thinks not to cast the thunder shroud.
And from this place, so full of joy,
a thing of gold that lies in blood.
"So why my heavy heart?" you say,
when tears would stain a sight so gay.
My brother's dreams, once hinted song,
until he died at the hand of needless wars.
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