"No, I'll get it, Miss Fortune
Hello, Whitehall 5317, Sir Seymour Rumpole's office
No, I'm afraid he's in conference with the PM at the moment, would you like to leave a message?
And how would you like me to spell Vilebastard
It's a very unusual name, Sir Rupert"
"I... I'm afraid that in the, in the, that there is such a
rich thesaurus now, of things that I have said that
have been – one way or another, through what
alchemy I do not know – somehow misconstrued,
err that it would really take me too long to engage
in a full global itinerary of apology to,
to all concerned”
Read my manifesto, the icing on their wake
Put the con in Tory and hand them to their fate
From the high ground with the morals we’ve found
I see a land of green
An oil rich North Sea, mass redundancy
Life on our classless scene
We’ve got a balance of brains deficit
Award in your ear, lordship, my dear
A knighthood would be quite grand
"Did he say five grand?"
Just keep us in power; it’ll take just an hour
Your country needs your stand, needs your…
Ah ah ah it’s the icing on the wake,
The icing on the cake of what’s to be
Ah ah ah it’s the icing on the wake
The icing on the cake of what’s to be…
"It's the funeral for you and me, so let’s dance
on the flames a little bit"
It’s a deal innovation, and a major mistake
With their balls in our hands, they’ll do just as we state
We’ll throw their worthless remains to the sea
We’ve reached a Nadir of corruption, I fear,
Bent on the board you get
"Watch them burn"
Promote the rich, extinguish the poor
We still can’t afford you yet, afford you...
Ah ah ah it’s the icing on the wake
The icing on the cake of what’s to be
Ah ah ah it’s the icing on the wake
The icing on the cake of what’s to be
Ah ah ah it’s the icing on the wake
The icing on the cake of what’s to be
"It's the funeral for you and me so let’s dance
on the flames a little bit more"
Quick! Hand me my blunderbuss before another poor bastard gets away!
Quick! Quick! Quickly...
Drinks, Boris?"
"Thank you very much… er..."
The valley is dying, the smell of late autumn
Old sons and daughters, where life once was new
Nature has sadness, the sun slowly sinking
Over the rooftops where life once was new
I see the angels over our island
Maybe they hope that the nightmare is through
I see a line of evil men walking
Into a furnace of cash that they stole from us
Maybe it’s time for us to make a last stand
The valley is dying,
(the valley is dying)
the smell of late autumn
(the smell of late autumn)
With old sons and daughters, where life once was new
Nature has sadness,
(nature has sadness)
the sun slowly sinking
(the sun slowly sinking)
Over the rooftops where life once was new
Maybe it’s time for us to make a last stand
We're dying here to meet you
Moving to a cause
Earth to heaven, the boys of Bevan
We're dying here to meet you
(nature has sadness)
Moving to a cause
(the sun slowly sinking)
Earth to heaven, the boys of Bevan
We're dying here to meet you
(here to meet you)
Moving to a cause
Earth to heaven, the boys of Bevan
We're dying here to meet you
(nature has sadness
here to meet you
the sun slowly sinking)
Moving to a cause
(hear our crying)
Hear our crying now we're flying...
Glacier are a melodic progressive rock band based in the North East of England and have been in existence since the late 70's early 80's. All music is their own original work.
supported by 29 fans who also own “The Icing On The Wake”
Soothfully a phenomenal prog rock album—an instant classic. What motivates me to say so, is the music’s incredible expressiveness & its wonderfully cinematic song structures. Jargon is a very good fit with this band. It is quite evident that the band’s current lineup have great chemistry together & that they share a common affinity to this vein of music. I look forward to their next creation. Drifting Sun are definitely one of prog rock’s brightest lights. Thank you, DS!
9+/10. Alrihkh