• By Peter Hammill, You don't have to say a thing, the silence is sweet; we've
  • By Peter Hammill, The thought crossed my mind - how curious, Why should
  • By Peter Hammill, I'm in command, I'm in control, I am the captain of my
  • By Peter Hammill, Sometimes it's very scary here; sometimes it's very sad;sometimes I
  • By Peter Hammill, CHORUS Late that evening the Lady Madeline
  • By Peter Hammill, (The following morning)MADELINE That must be Montresor...
  • By Peter Hammill, THE CHORUS The chorus has often an unenviable role
  • By Peter Hammill, CHORUS Three endless days of bitter grief passed
  • By Peter Hammill, (Immediately afterwards, Madeline Usher enters, in a trance)MADELINE
  • By Peter Hammill, THE VOICES House. Wet Vaults. Caissons. We breathe...OF THE
  • By Peter Hammill, I stretch my hands,clutch vacant laughterin silence and sweet, sweet
  • By Peter Hammill, The visitors find the children gone from school:aged relations sling
  • By Peter Hammill, Look at the candle, as it's life is bought,as the
  • By Peter Hammill, I found myself lying on the balcony,stripling terror, naked to
  • By Peter Hammill, I don't know quite what's happeningand my eyes don't see
  • By Peter Hammill, She like to keep God out of church,especially when she
  • By Peter Hammill, Well, Tommy woke that morningwith a headfull of rocksand Sylvia
  • By Peter Hammill, The Fall of the House of Usher - An Opera
  • By Peter Hammill, My, friends, I never really thought you'd go,but, then, we
  • By Peter Hammill, She's here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf -such
  • By Peter Hammill, With my face drained of colourand my brain of bloodlike
  • By Peter Hammill, Time has come between us:in the passing months I've felt
  • By Peter Hammill, He casts himself as an adventurer,all foot on floor and
  • By Peter Hammill, There's a smokescreen on the horizon,fireships under sail tonight....Here's the
  • By Peter Hammill, Flying BlindI alway forget how crazy things areso sometimes it
  • By Peter Hammill, Everything clumsy slow-motion,I look for the source.Buildings loom up like
  • By Peter Hammill, Where are all the joys of yesterday?Where, now, is the
  • By Peter Hammill, Manheim; rainy Saturday with no money nor friend,only Tequila can
  • By Peter Hammill, There's no time for dull regretsno-one underwrites your debts.No satisfaction
  • By Peter Hammill, Halfway between the zooand the temple of your Art...but what
RELATED ARTICLES
  • -
Previous «  1 2 3  » Next