Song | The Furthest Point |
Artist | Spirogyra |
Album | Bells, Boots And Shambles |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cockerham | |
Body and matter just flow | |
Into an infinite number of variables | |
Which can be meaningless or false | |
Or disproved by scientific negotiations | |
Whilst Love, Mind and Limb | |
Are easily interchangeable | |
In the hands of physicians | |
Perfectly equipped | |
With all the modern devices | |
So you stand there, merely bewildered | |
And looking at the Moon | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Don't be sad if I should say | |
That once upon a time I was a young man | |
Filled with thoughts of special beauty | |
Living well on hopes | |
But nothing solid | |
Life, Life | |
Turn away and make a million | |
Gather all you can and make it your land | |
But remember at the end | |
You'll look and see you're nothing but a dead man | |
Life, life | |
We, who started off so wide eyed | |
Never doubted success | |
But we were foolish to undertake such a mammoth task | |
As re-organisation of molecular history | |
And there's absolutely no basis | |
For any particular currency of thought | |
When living in | |
McLuhan's Media, awareness area | |
Communicating with each atom that explodes | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Who can you trust to be your friend in this division | |
When standing in the middle of a mighty bad collision | |
It's always best to stay amused | |
Well us lot here we're waiting for a big salvation | |
Someone whose gonna stop decay and go on with creation | |
Someone whose gonna save the world | |
The sort of chap who bridges gaps and sorts out muddles | |
A smashing bloke who'll help the dregs and drag big heads in puddles | |
I wonder if it might be me | |
But no that's daft You're nowhere near to being that super | |
No our chap, he'll be just the job the sort to have in clinches | |
We'll know him cause he'll be alive | |
We'll know him cause he'll be alive | |
We'll know him cause he'll be alive | |
If you are old, you may be moved | |
You'll know all things must pass | |
And you will think about the song | |
You sang when you were young | |
And there was glory |
zuo qu : Cockerham | |
Body and matter just flow | |
Into an infinite number of variables | |
Which can be meaningless or false | |
Or disproved by scientific negotiations | |
Whilst Love, Mind and Limb | |
Are easily interchangeable | |
In the hands of physicians | |
Perfectly equipped | |
With all the modern devices | |
So you stand there, merely bewildered | |
And looking at the Moon | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Don' t be sad if I should say | |
That once upon a time I was a young man | |
Filled with thoughts of special beauty | |
Living well on hopes | |
But nothing solid | |
Life, Life | |
Turn away and make a million | |
Gather all you can and make it your land | |
But remember at the end | |
You' ll look and see you' re nothing but a dead man | |
Life, life | |
We, who started off so wide eyed | |
Never doubted success | |
But we were foolish to undertake such a mammoth task | |
As reorganisation of molecular history | |
And there' s absolutely no basis | |
For any particular currency of thought | |
When living in | |
McLuhan' s Media, awareness area | |
Communicating with each atom that explodes | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Who can you trust to be your friend in this division | |
When standing in the middle of a mighty bad collision | |
It' s always best to stay amused | |
Well us lot here we' re waiting for a big salvation | |
Someone whose gonna stop decay and go on with creation | |
Someone whose gonna save the world | |
The sort of chap who bridges gaps and sorts out muddles | |
A smashing bloke who' ll help the dregs and drag big heads in puddles | |
I wonder if it might be me | |
But no that' s daft You' re nowhere near to being that super | |
No our chap, he' ll be just the job the sort to have in clinches | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
If you are old, you may be moved | |
You' ll know all things must pass | |
And you will think about the song | |
You sang when you were young | |
And there was glory |
zuò qǔ : Cockerham | |
Body and matter just flow | |
Into an infinite number of variables | |
Which can be meaningless or false | |
Or disproved by scientific negotiations | |
Whilst Love, Mind and Limb | |
Are easily interchangeable | |
In the hands of physicians | |
Perfectly equipped | |
With all the modern devices | |
So you stand there, merely bewildered | |
And looking at the Moon | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Don' t be sad if I should say | |
That once upon a time I was a young man | |
Filled with thoughts of special beauty | |
Living well on hopes | |
But nothing solid | |
Life, Life | |
Turn away and make a million | |
Gather all you can and make it your land | |
But remember at the end | |
You' ll look and see you' re nothing but a dead man | |
Life, life | |
We, who started off so wide eyed | |
Never doubted success | |
But we were foolish to undertake such a mammoth task | |
As reorganisation of molecular history | |
And there' s absolutely no basis | |
For any particular currency of thought | |
When living in | |
McLuhan' s Media, awareness area | |
Communicating with each atom that explodes | |
We are the stars | |
We are the furthest point you can see | |
We are we | |
Who can you trust to be your friend in this division | |
When standing in the middle of a mighty bad collision | |
It' s always best to stay amused | |
Well us lot here we' re waiting for a big salvation | |
Someone whose gonna stop decay and go on with creation | |
Someone whose gonna save the world | |
The sort of chap who bridges gaps and sorts out muddles | |
A smashing bloke who' ll help the dregs and drag big heads in puddles | |
I wonder if it might be me | |
But no that' s daft You' re nowhere near to being that super | |
No our chap, he' ll be just the job the sort to have in clinches | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
We' ll know him cause he' ll be alive | |
If you are old, you may be moved | |
You' ll know all things must pass | |
And you will think about the song | |
You sang when you were young | |
And there was glory |