Málo kapel si v druhé polovině devadesátých let vydobylo takové uznání kritiky a posluchačskou oblibu hraničící se zbožňováním, jako právě britské trio Morcheeba.

Píseň: A Military Coup

Interpret:
Morcheeba
Album:
Parts Of The Process
When the tower tumbled
We began anew
Had no time for warning
Only déja vu


It comes flashing back
Then just fades to black
All gone


All the land rejoices
Now the coast is clear
No more silent voices to whisper in your ear
I am in my element with a panoramic view
There’s no inspiration like
A military coup


Children blowing kisses
Strangers to the truth
Carrying the wishes of a bygone youth
Bye bye cabaret
Sci-fi agony
All gone


All the land rejoices
Now the coast is clear
No more silent voices to whisper in your ear
I am in my element with a panoramic view
There’s no compensation like
A military coup


A mellow melody
Rolling endlessly
How long
How long
How long