White Russian (Live At Wembley Arena 05/11/87)
- 所属专辑：Early Stages; Official Box Set
- 艺人：Marillion
- 作词：DICK, DEREK WILLIAM/KELLY, MARK/MOSLEY, IAN/ROTHERY, STEVE/TREWAVAS, PETE
white russian - marillion
where do we go from here?
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
they boarded up the synagogues
uzis on a street corner
you can't take a photograph of
uzis on a street corner
the dj resigned today they
wouldn't let him have his say
surface scratched where the needles play,
uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here
terror in rue de st. denis,
murder on the periphery
someone else in someone else's pocket,
christ knows i don't know how to stop it
poppies at the cenotaph,
the cynics can't afford to laugh
i heard in on the telegraph
there's uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
the more i see, the more i hear,
the more i find fewer answers
i close my mind, i shout it out
but you know it's getting harder
to calm me down, to reason out,
to come to terms with what it's all about
i'm uptight, can't sleep at night,
i can't pretend everything's alright
my ideals, my sanity, they seem
to be deserting me
but to stand up and fight i know
we have six million reasons
they're burning down the synagogues
uzis on a street corner
the heralds of the holocaust
uzis on a street corner
the silence never louder than now,
how quickly we forgot our vows
this resurrection we can't allow,
uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
we buy fresh bagels from the corner store
where swastikas are spat from aerosols
i sit in the bar sipping iced white russian
trying to score but nobody's pushing
and everyone looks at everyone's faces
searching for signs and praying
for traces of a conscience in residence
are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
racing the clouds home,
racing the clouds home
we place our faith in human rights
in the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
i know that i would rather
be out of this conspiracy
in the gulags and internment
camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
i know that they would rather
be standing here beside
racing the clouds home,
racing the clouds home
you can shut your eyes, you can
hide it away it's gonna
come back another day
racing the clouds home,
are we racing the clouds home
racing the clouds home
where do we go from here?
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
they boarded up the synagogues
uzis on a street corner
you can't take a photograph of
uzis on a street corner
the dj resigned today they
wouldn't let him have his say
surface scratched where the needles play,
uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here
terror in rue de st. denis,
murder on the periphery
someone else in someone else's pocket,
christ knows i don't know how to stop it
poppies at the cenotaph,
the cynics can't afford to laugh
i heard in on the telegraph
there's uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
the more i see, the more i hear,
the more i find fewer answers
i close my mind, i shout it out
but you know it's getting harder
to calm me down, to reason out,
to come to terms with what it's all about
i'm uptight, can't sleep at night,
i can't pretend everything's alright
my ideals, my sanity, they seem
to be deserting me
but to stand up and fight i know
we have six million reasons
they're burning down the synagogues
uzis on a street corner
the heralds of the holocaust
uzis on a street corner
the silence never louder than now,
how quickly we forgot our vows
this resurrection we can't allow,
uzis on a street corner
where do we go from here,
where do we go from here
we buy fresh bagels from the corner store
where swastikas are spat from aerosols
i sit in the bar sipping iced white russian
trying to score but nobody's pushing
and everyone looks at everyone's faces
searching for signs and praying
for traces of a conscience in residence
are we sitting on a barbed wire fence
racing the clouds home,
racing the clouds home
we place our faith in human rights
in the paper wars that tie the red tape tight
i know that i would rather
be out of this conspiracy
in the gulags and internment
camps frozen faces in nameless ranks
i know that they would rather
be standing here beside
racing the clouds home,
racing the clouds home
you can shut your eyes, you can
hide it away it's gonna
come back another day
racing the clouds home,
are we racing the clouds home
racing the clouds home