Ross Hannaman - 1969
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And then I heard a darker sound
I turned around, but it was gone
They glide across the endless day
As if to say "The time has come"
The world had died and no-one saw
And no-one tried to see what for
And dipping through the heavy sky
I cought its eye, It had to smile
And say I shouldn't really mind
They managed fine for quite a while
I tried to stand, sank to the floor
A Chinese band, marched by in fours
They tore the flowers from my hand
And then they ran to look for more
Hey I hatе the picture, 1969
Lord I hate thе picture, 1969
And then I heard the songs they sung
A hundred tongues began to shout
And then a panic in the hall
I heard them call "We can't get out"
The world had died, they meant it too
And no-one cried, for no-one knew
I took a photo of the night
In black and white, in colours too
Hey I hate the picture 1969
Lord I hate the picture 1969
I turned around, but it was gone
They glide across the endless day
As if to say "The time has come"
The world had died and no-one saw
And no-one tried to see what for
And dipping through the heavy sky
I cought its eye, It had to smile
And say I shouldn't really mind
They managed fine for quite a while
I tried to stand, sank to the floor
A Chinese band, marched by in fours
They tore the flowers from my hand
And then they ran to look for more
Hey I hatе the picture, 1969
Lord I hate thе picture, 1969
And then I heard the songs they sung
A hundred tongues began to shout
And then a panic in the hall
I heard them call "We can't get out"
The world had died, they meant it too
And no-one cried, for no-one knew
I took a photo of the night
In black and white, in colours too
Hey I hate the picture 1969
Lord I hate the picture 1969
