Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Period Piece , by - Lloyd Cole. Song from the album Standards, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 31.12.2016
Record label: Tapete
Song language: English
Period Piece |
| Mamma I think I might have just met my match |
| I’m lying here in the dirt — a bunch of artifacts |
| Ghost stations coming alive as my pulse weakens |
| And I am not afraid to die |
| Born 1961 just like you, One hundred fifty five thousand metres- neither |
| straight not true |
| Concrete to the left on me, flowers to my rights, these was the best of times |
| It was my austere demeanor defined the age |
| Next to me the green world greener and the grey more grey |
| The old man came, said Destroy this symbolism |
| Welcome to my funeral West Berlin |
| You would haved guessed my name by now |
| My chagrin |
| These was the best of times |
| Oh Hansa, my lover |
| Where will your gaze fall now? |
| Combat Groups of the Working Classes |
| Wherefore will you crowd? |
| Western hedonists mourn my passing daily |
| These were the best of times |
| Inanimate I know |
| I am and I will remain |
| Cinderblock souvenirs, sold with candy cane |
| Infiltrating the cabinets of the Western Union |
| With a promise of better times |