Có 108 tác phẩm của tác giả Procol Harum

 Cerdes (outside The Gates Of) 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / reid) Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales And…

 Crucifiction Lane 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(trower / reid) You'd better listen anybody, 'cos i'm gonna make it clear That my life is unimportant; what i've done i did through fear There's a river running through…

 Drunk Again 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
I've been out of weeks for ages I've been on and off the train. I've been losing sheep And counting sleep And i've drunk too much again But i'll take…

 Fires (which Burnt Brightly) 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
This war we are waging is already lost The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost Malice and habit have now won the day The honours we fought…

 For Liquorice John 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
He fell from grace and hit the ground They tried in vain to bring him round No one saw him make the fall They couldn't understand at all His fall…

 Good Captain Clack 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
Still scowling black Good captain clack Must eat his humble pie His bed is made The colours fade His eyes once wet are dry The naked muse Who sits and…

 Holding On 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / reid) Zika nor nama ... hesah! Through this hourglass Sands are running fast In deserted plains Kingdoms write their names On these burning sands Kingdoms show their hands…

 I Keep Forgetting 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
I keep forgetting you don't love me no more I keep forgetting you don't want me no more I keep forgetting that you told me that you Didn't want me…

 Il Tuo Diamante 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
Ti avrei tenuto nel mio cuore I would have held you in my heart Ti avrei preso tra le mani I would have taken you in my arms (or hands)…

 In The Autumn Of My Madness 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey For the milk has finally curdled and i've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken…

 Conquistador 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / reid) Conquistador your stallion stands In need of company And like some angel's haloed brow You reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast Has long since lost…

 Dead Man's Dream 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
As i lay down dying, a floor for my bed And a bundle of newspaper under my head I dreamed a dream, as strange as could be Concerning myself, and…

 Eight Days A Week 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
Ooh i need your love babe Guess you know it's true Hope you need my love babe Just like i need you Hold me love me Hold me love me…

 Fool's Gold 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
I was trying hard to win Save the world and be the king I was out there in the race Trying hard to force the pace Fool's gold fooled me…

 Fresh Fruit 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
In praise of fruit i wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit, juice and…

 Grand Hotel 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight and chandelier, It's silver…

 Homburg 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / reid)* Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection Has climbed back upon…

 I'm A Reader And A Writer 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
I'm a reader and a writer Not a lover or a fighter When it comes to push and shove I'm as peaceful as a dove I'm a tiger in the…

 In Held 'twas In I 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / fisher / reid) Glimpses of nirvana In the darkness of the night, only occasionally relieved by glimpses of nirvana as seen through other people's windows, wallowing in a…

 In The Wee Small Hours Of Sixpence 

 Procol Harum | 13 năm trước
(brooker / reid) * In the wee small hours of sixpence And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master,…