Anonimix
Songs and Instrumentals
The Garden of Eden
It's not all roses in the Garden of Eden,
Eve wants Adam but Adam wants his freedom.
The apples need collecting, there are serpents everywhere,
But when Eve calls to Adam - Adam is not there.
He is sitting in the trees with the birds and the bees,
And his mind in another world.
There's not much joy between Delilah and Samson,
He no longer takes her out and he's not looking quite so handsome.
He ought to put a suit on, he should really cut his hair,
But when she gets the scissors ready - Samson is not there.
He is sitting in the trees with the birds and the bees,
And his mind in another world.
There's not much action now in Cleopatra's court,
Anthony's worn out by all the battles that he's fought.
She mixes up a potion to give him back his flair,
But when she takes it to the table - Anthony's not there.
He is sitting in the trees with the birds and the bees,
And his mind in another world.
Crazy Days
Johnny hears a buzzing, he jumps out of bed,
He’s got a hole in his pocket, a dream in his head;
Alarm clock's screaming, time for him to go,
But Johnny’s still dreaming, his feet are slow.
A shout from the kitchen, his food’s on the plate,
He’d better pick up his heels, he’s going to be late;
He’s got his arms in his trousers, his hand in a shoe,
He’s upside-down, doesn’t know what to do -
He’s in a daze - crazy days.
Johnny’s at the bus-stop standing in the queue,
His toes are frozen, his fingers are blue;
Conductor's screaming, time for him to pay,
But Johnny’s still dreaming, he’s miles away.
A whistle from the factory, they’re closing the gate,
He’d better pick up his heels, he’s going to be late;
He’s got his eyes on the clock-in, his hand on the card,
He might just make it but it’s going to be hard -
He’s in a daze - crazy days.
Johnny’s in the bar-room swilling down the beer,
He’s got smoke in his eyes, music in his ear;
Landlord's screaming, time to close the bar,
But Johnny’s still dreaming, his thoughts are afar.
A ring from the counter, the bill’s on the slate,
He’d better pick up his heels, he’s going to be late;
He’s got his bum on a barstool, his eyes on a girl,
His hands are steady but he’s starting to swirl -
He’s in a daze - crazy days.
Johnny’s in the bathroom staring at himself,
He’s got hope in his eyes, soap on the shelf;
Conscience screaming, time to understand,
But Johnny’s still dreaming in a faraway land.
A yell from the hallway, someone can’t wait,
He’d better pick up his heels, he’s going to be late;
He’s got soap in his eyes, his hope on the shelf,
Reflection’s fading, he’s losing himself -
He’s in a daze - crazy days.
Puppet Kings
Hang our heroes on a string,
Wind them up and they will start to sing;
We can make them do almost anything,
We can make them our puppet kings.
Their eyes are deep and their hands are rough,
Their minds are sharp and their muscles are tough;
But we're getting older now, we've had enough
Of all that sycophantic hero stuff.
We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.
Tear the blinkers from our leaders' eyes,
They know the truth but they prefer the lies;
They build us castles high up in the skies,
Sing their soporific lullabies.
Behind the mask lies the real face,
Inside the sleeve there's always one more ace;
We give them power and with the utmost grace
They point a pistol at the human race.
We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.
Take the books from our teachers' hands,
The chances are they just don't understand;
The truth lies hidden in a grain of sand,
It can be found, but it can't be planned.
They may be willing but their hands are tied,
Too many others have already lied;
To fight the system would be suicide,
That's how freedom really died.
We can throw them all away,
Keep them waiting for a rainy day,
We can give them all a holiday,
It doesn't matter much, anyway,
It doesn't matter much - today.
Keep on Walking
Somewhere from here to heaven,
Just the other day,
I must have been distracted,
I must have lost my way.
Now the sky is cloudy,
And the road is full of stones,
Won't you walk beside me?
Won't you help these tired bones
Keep on walking?
Somewhere from here to heaven,
There is a distant light,
Out there on the horizon,
Shining through the night.
Back here on the roadside
I don't know where to start,
Won't you walk beside me?
Won't you help this weary heart
Keep on walking?
Somewhere from here to heaven,
Somewhere…
With the future before me,
And the past back there.
I'm picking up the pieces
But I can't seem to make them whole,
Won't you walk beside me?
Won't you help this troubled soul
Keep on walking?
Wings of a Bird
I am here, you are there,
I see the ocean rolling in your hair and I know.
Time stands still, then time flies,
I see diamonds sparkling in your eyes and I know, I know.
If you look out from your cloud,
If you see me stand out from the crowd,
I know, I'll never let you go,
No, I’ll never let you go.
A name to call, a number to dial,
I see moonbeams dancing in your smile and I know.
Chance a loss or lose a chance,
I see lightening flashing in your glance and I know, I know.
If you look out from your cloud,
If you stop and call my name out loud,
I know, I'll never let you go,
No, I'll never let you.
Did I hear you say you want me?
Did I hear these words?
Did you really say you love me?
Is that what I heard?
On the wings of a bird.
Play the game or just play dumb,
I feel my heartbeat pounding like a drum and I know.
Live for love for life is brief,
I feel my body shaking like a leaf and I know, I know.
If you look out from your cloud,
If you stop and call my name out loud,
I know, I'll never let you go,
No, I'll never let you.
Did I hear you say you want me?
Did I hear these words?
Did you really say you love me?
Is that what I heard?
On the wings of a bird.
Fly away…fly away....fly away...fly away...
Cold Wind Blowing
There's a cold wind blowing,
There's blood on the track,
We don't know where we're going,
But we're not turning back.
On the hill there's a man with murder in his eye,
He gives the word and the bombs and the bullets fly,
Is anyone listening?
Can anybody see?
We are the broken people dying on TV,
We're not asking much,
We just want to be free.
There's a cold wind blowing
From the hills to the plains,
Blood keeps on flowing
From innocent veins.
On the road there's a man with a gun in his hand,
He pulls the trigger and a child lies dying in the sand.
Is anyone listening?
Can anybody see?
We are the broken people dying on TV,
We're not asking much,
We just want to be free.
Twilight Hours
The elephant is dying to decorate our homes,
All that will be left of him are memories and bones.
And down by the waterside, the rhino's on the run,
He never will be faster than a bullet from a gun,
A bullet from a gun,
A bullet from a gun.
Don't we care, can't we see
In these twilight hours?
We ought to know by now,
This world is theirs as much as ours.
Deep down in the ocean swims a whale, proud and strong,
She'd like to raise a family but she's waited far too long.
The lions and the tigers had a continent of old,
Now all they have are parks and zoos, their freedom has been sold,
Their freedom has been sold,
Their freedom has been sold.
Don't we care, can't we see
In these twilight hours?
We ought to know by now,
This world is theirs as much as ours.
Silent Witness
I've tried to read the future,
I've talked about the past,
I've tried to hold on tightly
Through the slow waltz and the fast;
I've been a silent witness
To the passing of the years,
I've filled myself with laughter
And I've drowned myself in tears.
I've walked beneath the midday sun,
I've slept beneath the moon,
I've tried to find the still-point
Between the brightness and the gloom;
I've followed every highway,
I've turned up every stone,
But in the heart of darkness
My footsteps are alone.
