Roger Waters , It’s A Miracle
Genre : Art-Rock , Progressive rock
Album : Amused to Death
Origin : England
ArtWORK : WE GOT CHOICE

Miraculous you call it babe
You ain’t seen nothing yet
They got Pepsi in the Andes
They got McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite’s been turned into a golf course
For the Japs
And the Dead Sea is alive with crap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There’s a leisure centre now
They got all kinds of sports
They got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
And a doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free

It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle
Another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It’s a miracle

We got warehouses of butter
We got oceans of wine
We got famine when we need it
We got designer crime
We got Mercedes
We got Porsche, Ferrari and Rolls Royce
Yeah, we got choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear
The Lord said, Peter I can see your house from here
An honest man
Finally reaped what he had sown
And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan

It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle
It’s a miracle
Another miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It’s a miracle

We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber’s awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It’s a miracle

Roger Waters , It’s A Miracle
Genre : Art-Rock , Progressive rock
Album : Amused to Death
Origin : England
ArtWORK : WE GOT CHOICE
Miraculous you call it babe
You ain’t seen nothing yet
They got Pepsi in the Andes
They got McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite’s been turned into a golf course
For the Japs
And the Dead Sea is alive with crap
Between the Tigris [...]

Leonard Cohen , Waiting for the Miracle
Genre : Folk
Album : The Future
Origin : Canada
ArtWORK : archetype

Baby, I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting night and day
I didn’t see the time
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some
But I was waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

I know you really loved me
But, you see, my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you
It must have hurt your pride
To have to stand beneath my window
With your bugle and your drum
And me, I’m up there waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

Yeah, I don’t believe you’d like it
You wouldn’t like it here
There ain’t no entertainment
And the judgements are severe
The Maestro says it’s Mozart
But it sounds like bubble gum
When you’re waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

Waiting for the miracle
There’s nothing left to do
I haven’t been this happy
Since the end of World War II

Nothing left to do
When you know that you’ve been taken
Nothing left to do
When you’re begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you’ve got to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come

I dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
Yeah, but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
From your fingers and your thumb
And you were waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

Yeah, baby, let’s get married
We’ve been alone too long
Let’s be alone together
Let’s see if we’re that strong
Yeah let’s do something crazy
Something absolutely wrong
While we’re waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

Nothing left to do…

When you’ve fallen on the highway
And you’re lying in the rain
And they ask you how you’re doing
Of course, you’ll say you can’t complain
If you’re squeezed for information
That’s when you’ve got to play it dumb
You just say you’re out there waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come

Leonard Cohen , Waiting for the Miracle
Genre : Folk
Album : The Future
Origin : Canada
ArtWORK : archetype
Baby, I’ve been waiting
I’ve been waiting night and day
I didn’t see the time
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some
But I was waiting
For the miracle; for the miracle to come
I know you [...]

Happy BDay tome

Happy BDay tome

Anneke van Giersbergen , The Blowers Daughter [DR Cover]
Genre : Acoustic , Cover
Album : Pure Air
Origin : Netherlands
ArtWORK : Freckles

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial

I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind

I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…
My mind…my mind…
Til I find somebody new

Anneke van Giersbergen , The Blowers Daughter [DR Cover]
Genre : Acoustic , Cover
Album : Pure Air
Origin : Netherlands
ArtWORK : Freckles
And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t [...]

Steven Wilson , The Day Before You Came (Abba cover)
Genre : Acoustic
Album : Cover Version
Origin : England
ArtWORK : Beautiful nightmare

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there’s no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I’ve done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I’m sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came

I must have opened my front door at eight o’clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I’m sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There’s not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn’t see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the light
I must have yawned and curled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came

Steven Wilson , The Day Before You Came (Abba cover)
Genre : Acoustic
Album : Cover Version
Origin : England
ArtWORK : Beautiful nightmare

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the [...]