PFM
- PHOTOS OF GHOTS (1973)
Franco Mussida - Guitarras,
voces
Flavio Premoli - Teclados,
voces
Mauro Pagani - Violín,
instrumentos de viento
Franz Di Cioccio - Batería,
voces
Giorgio Piazza - Bajo
River of life
Rain was your birth
Gathered deep
Beneath the earth.
Search and seep,
Hollow stone
Issue and flow
Virgin stream
Meander free
It's a long way to the sea.
Caves and canyons
Stark prison walls
Swirl and hurl you
From white cascading falls.
Across the plain
Sweep your course
River roll
Follow your star.
There's a city
There's a bridge.
Ships and barges
Dark rusty hearts
Feed cranes along your banks.
Waste and poison
cloy where once men drank.
Forget the pain
From rain to rain
Journey's end
Is surely not far ...
Celebration
You've spent a long time waiting
For a perfect yesterday,
Now fill your heart with celebration
For that's
love's way.
Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon.
Ten million stars
And the whispered harmonies of leaves.
We
werer these.
Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie.
Across each cover is written,
"Herein are Photos of Ghosts"
Of ghosts, of ghosts,
Of the days we ran and the days we sang.
Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train
Rockets launched if he is late again
Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine
To his Mr. Nine till Five routine.
Filing piling on his desk all day
In and out from tray to endless tray;
Tea and biscuits secretary's legs
Luncheon daydreams over curried eggs.
Yes sir, nosir, on the squawking phone,
Five o'clock rush-hour exhausted home.
T.V., bedtime and excite the wife
Set the clock get up repeat through life.
Mr. Nine till Five ...
Down on his knees for the weekend.
All too soon it's Sunday afternoon
Post the pools and watch the 'Box' till ten
Shuts his eyes, wakes up it's Monday again ...
