Steve Hackett
fly on a windshield live
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There's something solid forming in the air,
and the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No one seems to care,
they carry on as if nothing's there.
The wind is blowing harder now,
blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
making a crust I cannot move in.
And I'm hovering like a fly,
waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
- Album:
- Five Classic Albums
- Blues With A Feeling
- The Total Experience [Live In Liverpool]
- Total Experience: Live in Liverpool
- Wolflight
- Genesis Revisited II
- Beyond The Shrouded Horizon
- Defector
- Miscellaneous
- Live Rails
- R-Kive
- Refugees: A Charisma Records Anthology 1969-1978
- Premonitions – The Charisma Recordings 1975-1983
- Defector (Deluxe)
- Spectral Mornings (Deluxe)
- Cured (Bonus Edition) [Remastered]
- Defector (Bonus Edition) [Remastered]
- Spectral Mornings [(Bonus Edition) [Remastered]]
- Voyage Of The Acolyte (Bonus Edition) [Remastered]
- Access All Areas - Steve Hackett (Live)