The bugle sounds the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horse’s breath
As I plunge on into certain death
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
The bugle sounds the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horse’s breath
As I plunge on into certain death
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
So I turned around and forty thousand headmen hit the dirt
Firing twenty shotguns each and man, it really hurt
But luckily for me they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they’d done that I was heading down the road.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it’s only round and round.
We were waist deep in the Big Muddy
And the big fool said to push on.
Well Mr. Churchill says, Mr. Churchill says
We gotta fight the bloody battle to the very end
Mr. Beaverbrook says we gotta save our tin
And all the garden gates
And empty cans are gonna make us win
Mr. Khrushchev said, “We will bury you”
I don’t subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too
Well, the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia’s always on my mind
Punished for his written thoughts
Starving for his fame
Working blindly, building blocks
Number for a name
His blood flows frozen to the snow
Red blood, white snow
He knows frozen rivers won’t flow
So cold, so true
Mother Russia-he cries for you
I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I am a man who walks alone
And when I’m walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it’s dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that something’s always near
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
Free your soul and let it fly
Give your life to the Lord of Light
Keep your secrets and rain on me
All I see are mysteries
Our whole universe was in a hot dense state,
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started. Wait…
The Earth began to cool,
The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools,
We built a wall (we built the pyramids),
Math, science, history, unraveling the mystery,
That all started with the big bang (bang)!
I’m wiser for the time
I row against the tide
I drop onto my knees
All turned back a century
We’ll be wiser when we fall
Like the dinosaurs before
When we’ve swept ourselves away
A better sense can start again
A better sense can start again
A better sense can start again
I’ve been living to see you.
Dying to see you, but it shouldn’t be like this.
This was unexpected,
What do I do now?
Could we start again please?
I think you’ve made your point now.
You’ve even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too frightening,
We ought to call a vote,
So could we start again please?
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I’ll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle
Jolie bouteille, sacrée bouteille
Veux-tu me laisser tranquille?
Je veux te quitter, je veux m’en aller
Je veux recommencer ma vie
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Let me alone, let me go home
Let me go back to start over
Je veux recommencer ma vie
Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee’s not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along
Sing!
If you love me come on get involved
Feel it rushing through you from your head to toe
Fly like a song, fly while you’re singing
A song without you is a bird without winging
Some city flights leave in the morning
Some city nights end without warning
Can you hear me call?