 GENTLE
GIANT - GENTLE GIANT
(1970)
Gary Green - Guitarra principal,
guitarra de 12 cuerdas
Kerry Minnear - Teclado, bajo,
cello, voces principales y de respaldo, algo de percusión
Derek Shulman - Voces
principales y de respaldo, bajo
Phil Shulman - Saxofón,
trompeta, flauta dulce, voces principales y de respaldo
Ray Shulman - Bajo, violín,
guitarra, percusión, voces de respaldo
Martin Smith - Batería,
percusión
Giant
The birth of a realization;
The rise of a high expectation;
Emerging successful, defiant;
Together the parts make a Giant.
See the world in the palm of his hand,
Striding steps that will cover the land.
He is coming;
Hear him coming;
Are you ready
For his being?
See the Giant
Feel the Giant
Touch the Giant
Hear the Giant.
Emerging successful, defiant,
Together the parts make a Giant.
The birth of a realization;
The rise of a high expectation.
Funny Ways
I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore
But in my own funny way I find I learn much more.
I realise what you think from your eyes,
But in your own funny ways I find I learn much more.
My ways are strange
They'll never change
They stay, strange ways,
I'm sorry to have been so close from the start,
But for all that I cared we could be miles apart.
I understood that you never would
Understand a way of life that I never could.
My ways are strange
They'll never change
They stay, strange ways,
Go your own way or wait for me
Go your own way or wait for me
Go your own way or wait for me
Go your own way or wait for me,
And so you see what happened to me
Since the time when I judged my life in nights and days
I realised that my life was lies
So you see what I mean with all my funny ways.
I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore
But in my own funny way I find I learn much more
Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways.
Alucard
Lying still;
Am I dreaming
Feel the chill
Breath of fear
Evil fingers
Hover, linger
Someone help me
Terror fills my soul.
Living dead;
Am I breathing
Sightless, blind
Heart stopped beating
Hear the crying
Of the dying
Someone help me
Terror fills my soul.
Isn't It Quiet & Cold
Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?
Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone.
What was that?
Only me.
Hear the echo of my feet
Footsteps
Are they mine?
Hear the echo of the street.
Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone
At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone.
Movement
By my feet
Paper wind across the street
Curtains closed
Sleepy heads
Wrapped together in their beds.
I used to walk with someone else
I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely
street
I used to talk with someone else
Now the only answers are the calls of the night.
Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone
Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more
Walking all alone
Walking all alone.
Nothing At All
Now she sits by the riverside
Watching the waters glide by,
With a sigh
And the things she put faith in
Are ripples just waving her by
With a sigh.
She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss
Ah this - little girl who had everything finds
she's nothing at all.
Now the wind seems so cold
Seems all old as it laughs at her fears
And her tears
And as ducks swim away from her
Visions of past love appear
In her tears.
She sees love in his face as she tells him to go,
And so - here's a girl who had everything now
she's Nothing at all.
What could she do if she saw him now;
Now that he's gone she's losing
If she could see what she's seeing now
For sure she's more than just choosing.
Now she sits by the riverside
Watching the waters glide by,
With a sigh
And the things she put faith in
Are ripples just waving her by,
With a sigh.
She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss
Ah this - little girl who had everything finds
She's nothing at all.
Why Not?
Don't sing a tune to yourself
You might believe this one.
Try not to sew it yourself
The threading won't stretch none.
Don't give me none of that line.
Why not?
Got to sing something.
Love's song there's nothing to find
Why not?
Dead before playing.
Don't sing a tune to yourself
You might believe this one
Try not to sew it yourself
The threading won't stretch none
Who says the things that go in
The song is only saying.
Dead thought can kill a good thing
The band is only playing.
Don't give me none of that line.
Why not?
Got to sing something.
Love's song there's nothing to find
Why not?
Dead before playing.
Why not climb a hill
With someone who hates you
Why not hate someone
Who climbs a hill with you
And as time passes by
Your feet start slipping
And you are wondering why
There is no forgetting.
Don't sing a tune to yourself,
You might believe this one
Try not to sew it yourself
The threading don't stretch none
Who says the things that go in
The song is only saying
Dead thought can kill a good thing
The band is only playing
Don't give me none of that line
Why not?
Got to sing something
Love's song there's nothing to find
Why not?
Dead before playing
Dead before playing.
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