Tên đầy đủ: Procol Harum
(g.brooker / k.reid / m.noble) Rings around the crescent moon Passions rise from basement rooms Fountains play and worlds collide We gently swing and sway......
Climbing out of open windows Crashing down from broken stairs Keeping watch on smoking cinders Falling over burning chairs Tossed and crossed and screwed in......
(brooker / reid) You come to me at midnight and say, 'it's dark in here.' You know you robbed me of my sight, and light......
Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping......
(brooker / reid) While standing at the junction on 42nd street I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise,......
(originally wash yourself) Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher clean Take a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dream......
(brooker / fisher / reid) For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see) I'm sore in need of saving grace. be......
(brooker / reid)* The landlord's knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent I'm sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money's spent......
You were the player And you played it cool I was the stranger And i played the fool You were the teacher And you were......
In the centre of the storm Something magic being born When the world is torn apart By the beating of a heart Like a dam......
(fisher / reid) I sat me down to write a simple story Which maybe in the end became a song In trying to find the......
(brooker / reid) Our local picture house was showing a batman movie You see this guy fly up in the sky, thought to myself, 'why......
(brooker / reid) She wandered through the garden fence And said, 'i've brought at great expense A potion guaranteed to bring Relief from all your......
(brooker / reid) Skip softly, my moonbeams, avoid being seen Pretend that perhaps you are part of a dream Which (seen by some other such......
Skeptic at the feast in ashes Huntsmen at the voyeurs' ball Funeral parlour guests invited Mourning poorly worn by all Old and mouldy words of......
Poor mohammed at the peep show Kick the beggar down the stairs Can't keep guard, he's old and feeble Steal his books, burn his prayers......
Doctor where's your remedy? I've got enough to pay the fee Can't you see i'm awful sick? I'll pay you well to do the trick......
(brooker / reid) My prussian-blue electric clock's Alarm bell rings, it will not stop And i can see no end in sight And search in......
Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind [calls] out for me but i'm behind You cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But......
I'll bathe my eyes in a river of salt I'll grow myself right up to the sky I'll sing in the forest, tear down the......