London Songtext
von Tangerine Dream

I wander thro′ each charter'd street
Near where the charter′d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldier′s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls;

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant′s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:

But most thro′ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new born Infant′s tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
London
London


And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg′d manacles I hear:
London
London
Children of a future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that, in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge.
They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing:
"The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night;
For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease;
shall cease;
shall cease;"
Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die
Or if I die
Or if I die