Δύο τραγούδια από το σόλο άλμπουμ Enter K του PH, κυκλοφορημένο το 1982 // Two songs from PH’s solo album Enter K, released in 1982.

00:00 ACCIDENTS
This meeting is a coincidence
Which deserves a second look:
We′ve seen the chapter of accidents
Become the longest in the book.
I see your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident!
Oh, the sweetest is the one I’m holding in my arms
And the fleetest is the one who survives
But the meetest is the one who′s running on the spot
Where the accident’s about to arrive.
I know my place on the planet, chapter and verse,
All part of the accident.
I know my place in the story, a line of blank verse,
A part of the accident.
No system worth its salt
Lays all its cards upon the table;
No discipline of thought
Will render me more able
To buck those random throws.
This meeting is a coincidence
Which deserves a second look –
We’ve seen the chapter of accidents,
It′s the longest in the book.
Oh, the sweetest is the one I′m holding in my arms
And the fleetest is the one who survives
But the meetest is the one who’s running on the spot
Where the accident′s about to arrive…
(The accidental, the accident!)
Your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident!
I know my place on the planet, chapter and verse,
All part of the accident.
I know my place in the story, a line of blank verse,
A part of the accident.
I see your face in the picture for better or worse,
All power to the accident,
All power to the accident!

04:38 HAPPY HOUR
Fuelled by alcohol
Shooting out words like a rocket
Like a prophet out of Babylon
Method acting the absurd….
Shoot me those highballs
Till I’m lit up like I’m plugged in a socket;
Lock me eyeball to eyeball
Ah let’s not bother with the words
Bring on the clowns, bring on the night
Pour me double vision in black and white
I’m falling, falling – don’t give me that look!
I’m falling, only falling, it’s the oldest trick in the book
My chickadee, my passion flower
Show me the way to the Happy Hour
But I don’t like to see that:
No, I don’t like the way the hand is shaking
Shape-making like an acrobat
On his way to the trapeze
My friends in the crowd
Are all taking bets –
They’re taking away the safety net
And I’m falling, only falling – don’t give me that look!
I’m falling, only falling, it’s the oldest trick in the book
Vertigo on the high-wire tower –
Is this really what they mean by ‘Happy Hour’?
Oh the line between the social and the suicidal
So fine he might not know when he’s crossed it
When he’s lost it;
When the social kick becomes the gauging-stick of survival
So here’s to the circus
Let’s drink to the game of forgetting
The marionette strings that jerk us
The real world just outside the door
Well, I know that my legs have gone
And I know that the light here is far from perfect…
But I’ve rehearsed it, so I’ll carry on
Until I wind up on the floor
My friends in the crowd
Will stand me a round
They’ll toast me on my way to the underground
And I’m falling, just a-falling – don’t give me that look!
I’m falling, only falling, it’s the oldest trick in the book
My chickadee, my passion flower
Show me the way to the Happy Hour
Vertigo on the high-wire tower –
Is this really what they mean by ‘Happy Hour’?
Put on the greasepaint, in Happy Hour
Put on the greasepaint, in Happy Hour
Put on the greasepaint, we’re getting ready for Happy Hour
Put on the greasepaint, in Happy Hour
Can you hear me now? In Happy Hour
Do you hear me now? In Happy Hour
Can you feel me now? In the middle of Happy Hour
Put on the greasepaint, in Happy Hour