Alba s touto skladbou:
Sacred City,
Psycho Drift
I can only move like this
Or can dream around
Flesh and bone and concrete talk
Never make a sound
Very little sense involved
Very few straight lines
Never any questions asked
Got a map inside
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Through the parks and alleyways
Hopelessly amazed
builder's yards and lavender
Watch the mind at play
Underneath the railway arch
Night and day are one
Found a new world inbetween
The shadow and the sun
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
Like the swallows in the winter
Like the swarming of the bees
Some blind and sure desire is motivating me
Call it poetry in motion
Call it energy at play
Call it spirit into matter
Makes no difference what they say
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
Psycho drift
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
The hook, the horn, the robin and the worm
The wine, the cheese, the bottle and the barricade
The bride, the groom, the coffin and the nail
The dog, the drain, the paper and the cellophane
The iron, the moon, the railway and the door
The shit, the shop, the roses and the underpass
The coin, the cloth, the carpet and the drum
The rain, the dog, the bonfire and the photograph
Beatles Zebra Crossing?
This was the holy land when they were more popular than God
Upon this bridge of black and white their sacred naked feet have trod
Seers and angels, they saw what no one saw before
And now with closed eyes they walk from shore to shining shore
[Chorus]
But is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing?
Is it still the Beatles' zebra crossing? [Repeat: x3]
And now the faithful come here as pilgrims to a shrine
They walk the stations of the crossing
Their feet are bare their eyes are blind
Friends with cameras click to record the ritual
And back home all around the world the same picture hangs upon their walls
[Chorus]
But history moves mysteriously and nothing stays here for too long
They scorch the zebra from the road and paint a new one further on
But it still means what it meant then and it still looks much like it did
The pilgrims take their pictures still, its guilty secrets they stay hid
[Chorus]
That used to be a warehouse then
And this was all bombed in the war
And here the last wild boar was slain
And there my father met my ma
This was the place where I was born
And in the sixties this was hip
And right through here the Romans came
And this was where it all began
[Chorus]
Beatles zebra crossing [Repeat: x2]
The Beatles zebra crossing
Beatles zebra crossing [Repeat: x5]
