Тексты песен SKYCLAD

I'm twenty six years old - please tell me what have I got A monopoly on misery - I guess that's my lot Ten years of eating bullshit leaves it's taste in your mouth And I think the time

See the red "messiah" high upon a soap-box pulpit Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand While apprentice hitlers gather down in inner city subways To immortalise their ignoran

2 A.M. a southbound junction - innocence takes flight Common sense has lost all function - stranded in the night. The albatross has flown the nest - he's breaking family ties He recalls his moth

Just a blank expression sitting in an easy chair The living incarnation of a world that doesn't care Mesmerized by media lies Now they're "New and Improved" by a cunning disguise

I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall My loved-ones stand in mourning but the china timepiece laughs As it counts away the s

Silently gazing from the window - My mind detached from space and time. There is a secret only I know - A place where the city lights don't shine. Why don't you come up here with me? Let A

A song i dedicate unto those who share my need to give their all - and should they fall strive on til they succeed. though my belly aches with hunger - weary limbs tremble and shiver i'd rather

From far outside Earth's fragile atmosphere It's clearly apparent that the end is near The sleeper wakens and removes His golden casque Vital signs return to his quiescent craft. He is tru

A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room, It was then that I started to think There has to be something really worth hunting - I reach for another strong drink. For ten lonely years - that'

Twist the truth - then twist your arm, It's the Emperor Caligula School of Charm, Don't take his word 'cause it's not worth having it (he's an Art-Nazi) He's a tinpot Hi

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Georgina Biddle(An ode to insanity) Hello, bombjour! Good morning (good morning). The obvious drawback in building a bomb, is the needing somewhere (or someone) to tes

"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus, "Paupers are better off dead. That we have to feed them is something we need Like a musket shot straight through the head." N

You came, you saw, you conquered as a woman of your word. so to say farewell like Judas is a thing i find absurd. You shook my world - (you sucked me in then spat me out in bubbles), the effects of y

There's a simple diagnosis for this vicious symbiosis feel the growth of rogue psychosis we are the cause - we are the cure Across each continent and nation spread without discrimination, we ref

Hands locked in darkness - a nocturnal greeting We flutter like moths round the brazier's flame Shrouded in shadow - our clandestine meeting Here where past and present are one and the same. No

While sons and daughters of the empire Stained the map red, white and blue Back at home the storm clouds thundered Dole queues lengthened - unrest grew 'til the tides of fresh opinion Washed awa

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Steve Ramsey(In memory of Constance Holmes 1903-1996) On wednesday the seventh your flight departed, you waved us goodbye - we stood on the ground as one journey ended

Vibrant and real I lie Mantled by the open sky The wind and waves my lullaby I am the land. Why do you view me with Eyes unable to see The beauty in all that is pure When it's left to live free

This is our song for Europe, I thought we saw the borders fall? Guerre sans Frontiers - And it seems nothing changed here at all. They're building a Tower of Babel in Brussels - It's calle

He was just a lad of fifteen years Who barely fit his breeches A latter day Dick Whittington Who dreamt of fame and riches His teachers took him to one side And promised him the earth When all he rea

Down from the glen came the marching men With their shields and their swords To fight the fight they believed to be right To overthrow the overlords. To the towns where there was plenty They brought

The devil's circus came to town - we watched the freaks arrive en masse When they paraded through our streets, we turned a blind eye as they passed Safe in the comfort of our homes we all forget

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Graeme English Hear my tale - I'm norman normal, always humble, mild and meek. In my bank a lowly banker - run-down brach on nowhere street 'till one day a st

All you needed was somebody with a dream, A fool to crucify or to put upon a pedestal. Only dead fish float with the stream - Compared with you I seem like an extra-terrestrial. I'm not your Ro

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Steve Ramsey Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear - where are they now ? What did we learn in history lessons ? How to sit quiet at the back

Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear - where are they now? Look what you get for following leaders, who lead from the rear - where are they... Where are they now? What did

I am the king of all that I survey beware my son it could be yours one day. Hier transparent to a dynasty - dog - emperor of woe and misery. It sent me mad but now it makes me furious I'm shadow

yrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Steve Ramsey It's revelation reveals - divine comedy (and more), please welcome your four hosts - death, famine, pestilence and war. You say that we are all Gods&#

Life's really a chocolate box - some do without - others have plenty. It sticks in my throat - my stomach's in knots, while your box is so full - mine's perpetually empty. From the cr

I am the Pagan Man--I speak for all my kind, When I criticise your point of view--your hollow state of mind. You say that I'm an animal--well this at least is true,

As the daylight starts to fade - Twisting shadows all around. Dead soldiers on parade - The ghosts of Porton Down. Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret" Wrote the Brigadier-Gene

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Steve Ramsey "And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation." - Kahlil Gibran Maybe someday someone will love me

Just what nobody wanted, I'm just what nobody wanted. I think that life has got it in for me, Can you please tell me who's to blame? For all the bills upon my mat - They breed and grow the

Awake at the "Souls Midnight" I seek that I may find An amicable separation from this state of mind My sins so unoriginal they cannot be forgiven An overwhelming sense of doubt from me all

(Instru-mental)

Show me a politician who's a man we can trust And if I ever meet him then I think I'll have him stuffed Look out of the window - see not one happy face The only splash of colour's the

Thought I'd got it right - for once I'd sought and found perfection. when you said "I love you you addressed your own reflection. I'd prayed up to the heavens for a goddess of des

Dance with the lilies in the shadows of the valley - my lily of the valley of the shadow of death. Her velvet shadow in the rain, disturb the stillness of the hour. Each crimson kiss a tender pain,

I remember my grandmother sat with her radio, tea cup and walking stick set by her side. As her old fingers reached out to turn up the volume, I learnt what it meant to be bursting with pride. She t

Now the final curtain's fallen, for no show goes on forever, if the world's a stage - mine's empty. whilst upon it you'll tread never. As the instruments lie silent in their coffi

Here's just a few of the changes I'll make when mankind appoints me king of Planet Earth So pass me my crown (my scepter and gown) Hear the first proclamation of Martin the I Leaders who l

I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real, At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, Our database deities--they cannot save us, Microchip miracles only enslave us. The hi

Forgive me if I'm out of order - this new "music" has no soul. It may be good for making money, (sadly that is not my goal). Integrity and honesty are words that you don't unders

Lyrics: Martin WalkyierMusic: Steve Ramsey(for absent friends) Sorry it has been so long since you received my last transmission, meanwhile I've studied them - learned about their strange condi

An apple in the eye of the storm that's coming When winds of change sweep 'cross the land These "old grey men" have braved the weather Watched kingdoms fall while they still stand

ut of the East a prince shall rise To summon fire from the skies. I'm lord of this wasteland - where my word is law My bedfellows pestilence, famine and war Turn children to orphans - make wive

Moonlit faces - ghostly white Robed in midnight leather Death - heads adorn their necks But they have lived forever. Malign, nocturnal predators In search of human cattle Drawn toward their an

Science never sleeps - so I'm singing it a lullabye, of wolves in sheeps clothing - devils in disguise, and lab-coats draped over big black lies. They cover their stupidity by calling it "

There's a beast in the cellar There since this building was made. He's lurked in the shadows From when its' foundations were laid. From my "double-helix" he taunts me His pr

I'll sing to you of days departed, Times when men proud and stouthearted carved their names on history's bloody Page, The corpse of chivalry long dead Is turning in his loamy bed indignant

You'll meet his kind in the strangest of places, great what you find if you turn enough stones. Legerdmain eyes wear the sweetest of faces - you're quick to invite into your hearts and home

She came down from the Western Hills when we were not prepared I turned deaf ears to words of warning now I'm running scared. Casting caution to the wind now that the cat's away I say my gr

All I hear are peace talks and battle cries. Everyone's losing - nobody's winning, So run for your lives when the shrapnel's spinning. Pictures of the crippled - wounded on the front

A species in its infancy--a living idiosyncrasy, This 'naked ape' believes itself divine. Assured of its supremacy--it dreams of immortality, The first words that it speaks--"This worl

There's a "Fat Cat" sitting in a Caddilac Riding ten feet off the floor Who says "I used to do a little, but I couldn't get enough And so a little got more and more." We

Midsummer 2045 they lay upon The beaches burning Insects on a ball of rock Upon it's axis slowly turning Steel and concrete melanomas Punctuate the hot sunrise Spines now chilled by global warmi

Pick up the fragments and piece them together Tell me do you like what you've found? Are your thoughts like the earth spinning round? Existence is pure pantomime Why is life such a puzzle someti

ailing of the century - a human life raft floating the jaws of the void approaching - growing closer by the hour Played lottery with destiny - could not believe you'd lose Collect your one-way t

Are you ready... Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble? Good clean fun - just a bit a rough and tumble. Dead dictators out on a "labs night". Then pints later you'll see a flashing blu

O come ye young of Hamlyn--you who know my tune so well, Where it beckons you must follow--be it Heaven (be it Hell). Forget your mothers grieving as I pipe you down the street, With a shilling in my

A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town A minister's heading this way - he's closing us down But what of my daughter - and what of my son Just how will they live when the factory&#

I stand here before you The way life has made me Ill mannered, foul mouthed Bad tempered and lazy I stare at your world Down the neck of a bottle Every day is a death ride When I hold the throttle.

A wise man's son and Wednesday's child in each other found a friend, And searched together for the treasure hiding at the rainbow's end. To wise man's son and Wednesday's chi

Another bad break - burst another bubble Another lost cause - here's another trouble Another heart ache - one more chance gone Another lost chord in yet another wrong song. Sometimes I feel lik

My mind was a timebomb That was set to explode So I packed up my cares Into the sunset I rode A path to hell that's paved With good intentions. Well I guess you and I Will never see eye to eye

Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand, Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land, The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the sun sink 'neath these ancestr

(Narration)Nobody could have conceived in the final decade of the 20th century That our humble affairs were being manipulated by computer interface. Not a soul could have summised that the lives of b

Drawers of water - hewers of wood, Biting their tonques as if they know what's good for them. Floating voters perched high upon fences in flame. Charmed by pipes - drugged with ale, Simple mind

I'll paly Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, I've a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur's sel

To whom it may concern (whoever that may be) For I can think of no-one who has shown concern for me. My last will and testament I now bequeath To all those I trusted (to those who deceived me) Thoug

Black hat stranger - affluent as effluent Hides behind his mirror shades and crocodile smile Preying on the weak, the vulnerable and innocent All things pure and virginal he will defile. Shepherd of