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It was a beautiful night, when I was talking to My Lord;
I said: «Oh my, Omniscient One, tell me, why I’m tired and bored?»
He said – Shut up and listen,
You know – words are all in vain;
Just check your soul for this blue train.
Why don’t we get outside, before it is too late,

You don’t want to be stuck where the doctors and the lawyers lie in wait
Take me out tonight – I’m tired of being alone;
And beautiful blue train will take us home.
You know, sometimes I feel like part of my body is made of steel
And then I think of all the little girls gone beneath its wheels:
Alright then, who’s that dancing round this human pole?
And our beautiful blue train will take them home.

It was a beautiful night, and I was talking to My Lord,
I said – Lord, what You’ve been telling me is not what
I was taught
He said – Do you think I really care
Where is that you roam?
Cause my beautiful blue train will take you home.

Annie of the nightingales

It was the time, when nothing was right,
Time, when nothing was wrong;
When ballerinas fly in the wind –
This time is now.
And it’s written in the dark ways.
Written on the white halls,
Written in the cracks of the sky,
And it says…

It was awhile since the baby was born,
Awhile, since the story was told,
Awhile – and then it happens again;
And it happens now;
And I can see it in the dark ways,
And I can see it on the flyovers,
I can see it in the whites of your eyes;
And it spells out:

Annie Of The Nightingales.

And she goes…

Under the good sun

They say it’s always been the same
Throughout the years;
They come they go they stay the same.
They pray for sun,
They pray for rain –
Against the grain, my love,
They go again, my love.

Young lovers broken on the wheel
They spin themselves;
I pray to Gods they spin it well.
Their hounds of love,
Their hounds of hell –
They might be true, my love,
But not for you, my love –

Cause you stand in the good good sun.

The winds of charity have passed
Beyound the pale,
They’ve left us here without the stage.
Their storms of war,
Their tears of rage –
They’ll let us through, my love,
Cause we stand with you, my love –

And you stand in the good good sun.

Promises of Eden