Текст песни Anyway (in the style of Genesis), [lead part played by piano, With metronome] - Karaoke T
He
panics,
feels
around
for
a
stone
and
hurls
it
at
the
brightest
point.
The
sound
of
breaking
glass
echoes
around
the
cave.
As
his
vision
is
restored
he
catches
sight
of
two
golden
gloves
about
one
foot
in
diameter
hovering
away
down
the
tunnel.
When
they
disappear
a
resounding
crack
sears
across
the
roof,
and
it
collapses
all
around
him.
Our
hero
is
trapped
once
again.
"This
is
it"
he
thinks,
failing
to
move
any
of
the
fallen
rocks.
All
the
pumping's
nearly
over
for
my
sweet
heart,
This
is
the
one
for
me,
Time
to
meet
the
chef,
O
boy!
running
man
is
out
of
death.
Feel
cold
and
old,
it's
getting
hard
to
catch
my
breath.
'S
back
to
ash,
'now,
you've
had
your
flash
boy'
The
rocks,
in
time,
compress
Your
blood
to
oil,
Your
flesh
to
coal,
Enrich
the
soil,
Not
everybody's
goal.
Anyway,
they
say
she
comes
on
a
pale
horse,
But
I'm
sure
I
hear
a
train.
O
boy!
I
don't
even
feel
no
pain
-
I
guess
I
must
be
driving
myself
insane.
Damn
it
all!
does
earth
plug
a
hole
in
heaven,
Or
heaven
plug
a
hole
in
earth
- 'how
wonderful
to
be
so
profound,
When
everything
you
are
is
dying
underground.'
There's
not
much
spectacle
for
an
underground
creole
as
he
walks
through
the
gates
of
Sheol.
"I
would
have
preferred
to
have
been
jettisoned
into
a
thousand
pieces
in
space,
or
filled
with
helium
and
floated
above
a
mausoleum.
This
is
no
way
to
pay
my
last
subterranean
homesick
dues.
Anyway
I'm
out
of
the
hands
of
any
pervert
embalmer
doing
his
interpretation
of
what
I
should
look
like,
stuffing
his
cotton
wool
in
my
cheeks."
I
feel
the
pull
on
the
rope,
let
me
off
at
the
rainbow.
I
could
have
been
exploding
in
space
Different
orbits
for
my
bones
Not
me,
just
quietly
buried
in
stones,
Keep
the
deadline
open
with
my
maker!
See
me
stretch;
for
God's
elastic
acre
The
doorbell
rings
and
its
"Good
morning
Rael
So
sorry
you
had
to
wait.
It
won't
be
long,
yeh!
She's
very
rarely
late."
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