Surburban Opera Songtext
von P.J. Proby
Surburban Opera Songtext
She awakes to face the day
Mind in shades of gray
A cup of tea, a cigarette
She takes a shower, hair is wet
Opens the bills
Nobody writes to her anymore
She cleans the floor
What is life for?
Switching on the radio
Hoping to hear something she knows
She needs a soundtrack to her day
Before she throws it all away
Turns the dial a little far
Some place she doesn′t usually go
And there on housewife choice
Don't know the name, she knows the voice
And suddenly she feels alive again
A brief touch of sunlight through the rain
How they one day
Dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
They don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no
When it rains on the estate
Her mind is dull as gray as slate
Do the washing, phone a friend
Close her eyes, try to pretend
She doesn't feel so gloomy
Maybe Richard and Judy
Will lift her spirit in their TV world
The kids and their crayons
Their Drayons and Rayons
Synthetics are getting her down
Needs a trip into town
Puts the radio on that station once more
Capital gold and the voice she adores
And suddenly she feels special and alive
The doorbell rings, it′s welcome to
The people from hello have arrived
Dream, dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
They don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no, no, no
Dream away
Dream, dream away
Voice can be adored
A voice can be adored in a modern world
Close your eyes
A voice can be adored in a modern world
A touch of nostalgia
A touch of nostalgia in a modern world
Close your eyes
Doesn′t life, doesn't life suddenly feel so good?
Dream, dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
But they don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no, no, no
Mind in shades of gray
A cup of tea, a cigarette
She takes a shower, hair is wet
Opens the bills
Nobody writes to her anymore
She cleans the floor
What is life for?
Switching on the radio
Hoping to hear something she knows
She needs a soundtrack to her day
Before she throws it all away
Turns the dial a little far
Some place she doesn′t usually go
And there on housewife choice
Don't know the name, she knows the voice
And suddenly she feels alive again
A brief touch of sunlight through the rain
How they one day
Dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
They don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no
When it rains on the estate
Her mind is dull as gray as slate
Do the washing, phone a friend
Close her eyes, try to pretend
She doesn't feel so gloomy
Maybe Richard and Judy
Will lift her spirit in their TV world
The kids and their crayons
Their Drayons and Rayons
Synthetics are getting her down
Needs a trip into town
Puts the radio on that station once more
Capital gold and the voice she adores
And suddenly she feels special and alive
The doorbell rings, it′s welcome to
The people from hello have arrived
Dream, dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
They don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no, no, no
Dream away
Dream, dream away
Voice can be adored
A voice can be adored in a modern world
Close your eyes
A voice can be adored in a modern world
A touch of nostalgia
A touch of nostalgia in a modern world
Close your eyes
Doesn′t life, doesn't life suddenly feel so good?
Dream, dream away
Lose yourself in my cabaret
I sing of love in the simplest of ways
Here am I filling up your suburban life
With heaven, with paradise
Words so direct and sincere
Bringing a smile or a tear, it would be nice
But they don′t sing them like that anymore
They don't sing them like that anymore, no, no, no
Writer(s): Peter Marc Almond, Neal Whitmore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
