Πνιγόμενος στα υγρά πελάγη στη γραμμή Πικαδίλι

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real

Drowning in the liquid seas on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
An albatross in the marrytime tradition
Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion
Aural contraceptive, aborting pregnant conversation
She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
She hung herself around my neck

From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles
Safe and dry in my sea of troubles
Nine to five with suitable ties
Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero
Be calm, be still, bewitch, drowning in the real

The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now
Praying deportation for his sacred cow
A legacy of romance from a twilight world
The dowry of a relative mystery girl
A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union
A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard
Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred
Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges
This is Brixton chess

A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle
A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin
He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call
And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends
While his generation digests high fibre ignorance
Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows
Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens
Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration
Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane
Do you realise? Do you realise?
Do you realise this world is totally fugazi?

Where are the prophets? Where are the visionaries? Where are the poets
To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary?

Δεν ξέρω πώς βυθίζομαι ή κολυμπώ

The water is wide, I cannot cross over
And neither I have wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row - my love and I

There is a ship, and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not how I sink or swim

I leaned my back against a young oak
Thinking it'd be a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
And there still bides true love in me

I put my hand into a soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flower to find
But I pricked my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flower alone

O, love is gentle and love is kind
Gay as a jewel, when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew

Μόνο οι πνιγόμενοι άνθρωποι μπορούσαν να τον δουν

Suzanne takes you down
To her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you wanna be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the sea-weed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

Θα αποσπήσεις τα μαλιά σου, πνιγμένος σε απόγνωση

Feel the pressure
Your back's up against the wall
Love is in the mood
You're just about to fall
If you're afraid to love
Afraid to take a chance
You'd better hide your feeling
Get out or you can't

'Cause you'll be going loco
Down in a Acapulco
If you stay to long
Yes, you'll be goin loco
Down in a Acapulco
The magic down there is so strong

You can hear voices bleeding through those warm Latin nights
Memories are lost and found
Leaving broken hearts
All over town, all over town

You will be pulling out your hair
Drowning in despair
With a whole lot of loving
On your way to nowhere
Your search for paradise will come to an end
When you realize what a fool you've been

You'll be haunted by her face
Missing hear warm embrace
Memories of loving her
Holding her tight, every night
Was that the best part of your life?
Hearing her voice, soft and low
Begging you to please, please don't go
Don't go, no
Don't go