Philby (BBC In Concert / Live At The Venue, UK / 20 September 1979) Songtext
von Rory Gallagher

Now ain′t it strange that I feel like Philby?
There's a stranger in my soul
I′m lost in transit in a lonesome city
I can't come in from the cold

I'm deep in action on a secret mission
Contact′s broken down
Time drags by, I′m above suspicion
There's a voice on the telephone

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Well, it sure is dark in this clockwork city
Contact′s never gonna show
I've got a code which can′t be broken
My eyes never seem to close

Well, I'm standing here in the silent city
Shadows fallin′ down
I'm disconnected, but I don't need pity
The night′s gonna burn on slow


Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Now ain′t it funny that I feel like Philby?
A stranger on a foreign shore
Well, I've got my plans and I must move quickly
There′s a knock upon the door

Still in transit, and I'm close to danger
My cover can′t be blown
It's getting strange and it′s getting crazy
Tell me, what is going on

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Four o'clock and nothing's moving
Six o′clock and the daylight′s stirring
Morning comes, must be moving on
All night long, my mind's been burning
Makes me feel such a long, long way from home
Home (hey)


Now ain′t it strange that I feel like Philby?
There's a stranger in my soul
I′m lost in transit in a lonesome city
Can't come in from the cold

Well, I′m deep in action on a secret mission
Contact's broken down
Time drags by, I'm above suspicion
There′s a voice on the telephone

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah