Lyrics Sieben Gedichte aus dem Quartettbuch: 3 - Patricia Kopatchinskaja, D. Kobyliansky, R. Spitzer

Sieben Gedichte aus dem Quartettbuch: 3

London calling
To the far away towns
Now war is declared
And battle come down
London calling
To the underworld
Come out of the cupboard
You boys and girls
London calling
Now don’t look to us
Phony Beatlemania
Has bitten the dust
London calling
See we ain’t got no swing
Except for the ring
Of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming
The sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected
And the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running
But I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning and I
Live by the river
London calling
To the imitation zone
Forget it brother
You can go it alone
London calling
To the zombies of death
Quit holding out
And draw another breath
London calling
And I don’t wanna shout
But while we were talking
I saw you nodding out
London calling
See we ain’t got no highs
Except for that one
With the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming
The sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running
And the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error
But I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning and I
Live by the river
The ice age is coming
The sun’s zooming in
Engines stop running
And the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error
But I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning and I
Live by the river
Now get this…
London calling
Yeah I was there too
And you know what they said?
Well some of it was true
London calling
At the top of the dial
And after all this
Won’t you give me a smile?
London calling
I never felt so much a-like…