Pack your bags, we're leaving
earth, where hate is seething,
nothing's worth believing.
There's no time, make up your mind!
Imperial Zeppelin....

Quick, the engines are turning,
cabin lights are burning,
now there's no returning.
We'll have love a mile above...
Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!

We, the undersigned, being of sound mind,
hereby do declare:
'We henceforth pledge ourselves unto the power
of the Upper Air.'

Doesn't that sound simply super,
Zeppelin visions of the future?
Of course we all know very well
it wouldn't work, but what the hell -
every dice deserves a throw,
and when we get back home below
we can say we had a go!

Overboard we are throwing
seeds of love we are sowing,
hope to God they're growing.
Flying high across the sky:
Imperial Zeppelin!

We will try to do some good,
I don't know why we really should,
I only wish that we could!
Down below they'll see and know all about
Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!


(Chris Judge Smith/PH)
Il tuo voto:
I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed.
A vision shimering, shifting
moving in false firelight;
a vision of a vision,
protecting me from fear at night,
as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong.

I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin.
I simply open my mind and the memories flood on in.
I remember waking up with your arms around me;
I remember losing myself
and finding that you'd found me,
as the seasons rolled on, and my love stayed strong.

Be my child, be my lover,
swallow me up in your fire-glow.
Take my tongue, take my torment,
take my hand and don't let go.
Let me live in your life,
for you make it all seem to matter.
Let me die in your arms,
so the vision may never shatter.
The seasons roll on;
my love stays strong.
Il tuo voto:
If you catch me running along by the sea,
with bare feet in the sand,
then you'll know I am dreaming my life out
in a way you won't understand.
I'm slipping right out of your mind, this I know,
and I accept the fact lazily,
for I must go into the next field,
where grass is green and I'll find peace.
Let me sleep,
let me dream.
let me be!

Re-awakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
when I was a child and so I know
the best way to go is slow.

Sometimes, when skies are cloud-grey,
and trouble's hanging heavy on your mind,
I advise you: curl up, slide away and
dream your life out, as I am.
And I'm slipping right out of your mind, this I know,
and I accept the fact lazily,
for I must go into the next field,
where grass is green and I'll find peace.
Let me sleep,
let me dream.
let me be!

Re-awakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Don't push me: I was taught self-expression
when I was a child, and so I see
the best way to be's asleep.

Re-awakening isn't easy when you're tired.
Il tuo voto:
I once wrote some poems of stillness and silence,
standing by rivers of reflected light;
my thoughts were on being loved and yet unloved, too –
I surrendered to the warmth of the night.
And now I feel like dying,
and if the water were still here,
it would hold me close.

I once wrote a poem while walking on gravestones,
as cobbles, rain and tears lashed down my face;
I then felt my whole world was fading
as memories jostled and fell into place.
And now I feel like dying,
and the pain of old fires still burns.

I never wrote poems when I bit my knuckles
and Death started slipping into my mouth...
but that was really a long time ago,
and I'm not writing poems now.
And though I don't feel quite like dying,
there is something deep inside me
softly crying.

And though I don't feel quite like dying
there is something deep inside me softly....
Il tuo voto:
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