Nineteen Forty-Eightish - Roy Harper.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Harper
[00:35.85]The lemmings push their pens and rush
[00:40.20]In hoards of crashing stupor
[00:44.91]Towards the farms of Babylon
[00:49.53]To scramble mother nature
[00:53.79]Where unrelenting drudgery
[00:55.50]Is all there is to nurture
[01:03.69]And life and death are by consent
[01:11.37]And love is for oppression
[01:15.75]Welcome to my nightmare
[01:19.65]It's the one in which I always press the button
[01:46.29]A million tons of printed ****
[01:47.85]Come through my door each day
[01:53.61]Up to my ****, around my neck
[01:58.14]I can't even throw it away
[01:59.61]Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
[02:06.09]With only a moment to pay
[02:13.59]Before the thud of the future
[02:19.02]Gives me the shakes
[02:24.78]Welcome to my nightmare
[02:31.29]It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
[02:32.16]In 1649
[03:02.01]Just as I light the loaded fire
[03:06.96]A space invader lands
[03:12.21]It's full of cops and bureaucrats
[03:15.39]With bouquets of final demands
[03:19.56]And I see my life flash before me again
[03:30.87]Slipping through my hands
[03:31.47]As the sound of harvest closes in
[03:32.49]Swooping - reaping
[03:42.30]Welcome to my nightmare
[03:47.04]It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
[03:56.61]In thirteen twenty four
[03:57.12]The one we've all been waiting for
[04:08.46]Nineteen eighty-four
[04:37.44]There's a little man left to hold the can
[04:38.73]He don't know how and his only plan
[04:47.07]Is everlasting life
[04:54.42]He beats the street with his plates of meat
[04:59.13]In the sandwich board of his final retreat
[05:04.56]Bellowing goodbye
[05:12.93]Everyone sees and nobody shares
[05:19.56]Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
[05:20.55]That the end is nigh
[05:30.03]And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
[05:32.07]Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
[05:35.94]That gathers speed and calls itself
[05:53.25]The human race
[06:32.79]And shadows fight with men of straw
[06:37.77]In pockets of derision
[06:41.58]While mother checks up on the stars
[06:46.89]Denies her intuition
[06:51.36]And sends young Julia to school
[06:52.71]To learn an empty vision
[06:58.32]That's full of paper tiger rats
[07:03.99]To pass to her own children
[07:13.62]Welcome to my nightmare
[07:19.11]I'm the father, son and whole polluted system
[07:26.37]In nineteen eighty-four
[07:31.05]Nineteen eighty-four
[07:35.13]Nineteen eighty-four
[07:49.68]The one we've all been longing for
[07:50.31]Nineteen eighty-four
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作词 : Harper
The lemmings push their pens and rush
In hoards of crashing stupor
Towards the farms of Babylon
To scramble mother nature
Where unrelenting drudgery
Is all there is to nurture
And life and death are by consent
And love is for oppression
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always press the button
A million tons of printed ****
Come through my door each day
Up to my ****, around my neck
I can't even throw it away
Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
With only a moment to pay
Before the thud of the future
Gives me the shakes
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
In 1649
Just as I light the loaded fire
A space invader lands
It's full of cops and bureaucrats
With bouquets of final demands
And I see my life flash before me again
Slipping through my hands
As the sound of harvest closes in
Swooping - reaping
Welcome to my nightmare
It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
In thirteen twenty four
The one we've all been waiting for
Nineteen eighty-four
There's a little man left to hold the can
He don't know how and his only plan
Is everlasting life
He beats the street with his plates of meat
In the sandwich board of his final retreat
Bellowing goodbye
Everyone sees and nobody shares
Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
That the end is nigh
And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
That gathers speed and calls itself
The human race
And shadows fight with men of straw
In pockets of derision
While mother checks up on the stars
Denies her intuition
And sends young Julia to school
To learn an empty vision
That's full of paper tiger rats
To pass to her own children
Welcome to my nightmare
I'm the father, son and whole polluted system
In nineteen eighty-four
Nineteen eighty-four
Nineteen eighty-four
The one we've all been longing for
Nineteen eighty-four