Fly on a Windshield / Broadway Melody of 1974 [Ukrainian translation]

FLY ON A WINDSHIELD

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 was 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

BROADWAY MELODY OF 1974

Echoes of The Broadway Everglades

With their mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:

Lenny Bruce declares a truce and plays his other hand

Marshall McLuhan, casual viewing, head buried in the sand

Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ships sailing

Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing

Ku Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays ‘In the Mood’

The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand

There's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almond

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air, and leads the parade

He knows, in a scent, you can bottle what you made

There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes

Smiling at the Majorette, smoking Winston cigarettes

And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home

With needles

Needles and pins

• Artist:Genesis
• Album:The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway (1974)