PORCUPINE TREE . La magia de Wilson... LETRAS SIGNIFY

SIGNIFY 1997
Bornlivedie [Written by Steven Wilson and Richard Barbieri] [Instrumental]
Signify [Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
The Sleep Of No Dreaming [Written by Steven Wilson] At the age of sixteen I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep of no feeling I married the first girl Who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders Ran all over my hands Made a good living By dying it's true As the world in my TV Leaked onto my shoes
Pagan [Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
Waiting - Phase One [Written by Steven Wilson] Waiting... to be born again Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away
Waiting - Phase Two [Written by Steven Wilson] [Instrumental]
Sever [Written by Steven Wilson] Telepath Carbon trapped under stone Brother mother pale body is thrown Only way I know to have fun Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs ESP city - rainy and blue Burn down this town, I give it to you Aero shallow, photograph blind Stage fright, black light, coma divine No sense of time Sever tomorrow Exitless mind - ESP Sever tomorrow School out invective, losing my voice Film shredding on in multiple choice America calls, I must go Oprah saviour, I feel that low
Idiot Prayer [Written by Steven Wilson and Edwin Colin] [Instrumental]
Every Home Is Wired [Written by Steven Wilson] Modem load and failsafe Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network Part of me is dead Every Home is Wired Swimming in the circuit Somebody has expired This world will be the future Every home is wired
Intermediate Jesus [Written by Wilson, Barbieri, Edwin and Maitland] [Instrumental]
Light Mass Prayers [Written by Chris Maitland] [Instrumental]
Dark Matter [Written by Steven Wilson] Inside the vehicle the cold is extreme Smoke in my throat kicks me out of my dream I try to relax but its warmer outside I fail to connect, it's a tragic divide This has become a full time career To die young would take only 21 years Gun down a school or blow up a car The media circus will make you a star Dark matter flowing out on to a tape Is only as loud as the silence it breaks Most things decay in a matter of days The product is sold the memory fades Crushed like a rose In the river flow I am I know