Modern

Peter Hammill

Composição de: Peter Hammill
Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart : 
people are drawn together, simultaneously torn apart... 
Foundations are shattered in the city 
inside the barricaded doors ----- 
hiding behind their walls, lonely as night falls, 
maybe the people are waiting for trumpets.... 

Babylon's strange, seventh wonder of the earth : 
gardens ablaze in colour, slowly rotting in the dirt 
and, with your head on fire, you know you can't really see. 
The hanging gardens sing, 
but with a hollow ring : 
the life is false, its killing me.... 

Don't look back, or you'll turn to stone; 
look around before your life is overgrown 
with concrete slabs! 
On your back the searching eyes that stab 
between chintz curtains, glinting, 
but never owning to a name ------- 
like the inmates of asylums 
all the citizens are contagiously 
insane.... 

Atlantis is strange, the explosion of an age : 
no-one really knows what to do, and the city 
is a cage. 
It traps in ashen hours and concrete towers, 
imprisons in the social order : 
the city's lost its way, 
madness takes hold today... 

I can't live under water. 

I can't live under water. 

I can't live under water.
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