Be Good to Them Always

	作曲 : Books
	That's the picture.
	You s-you see it for yourself.
	There it is. It's a man.
	There it is, with uhhh...
	Be good to them always.
	You know, I simply
	cannot understand people.
	Oh, how sadly we mortals are deceived
	by our own imagination.
	This is not real life; this is, for us,
	aleatoric television,
	a mixed consort of soft instruments.
	I can hear a collective rumbling in America.
	I've lost my house, you've lost your house.
	I don't suppose it matters which way we go.
	This great society is going smash.
	Oh, he's in the middle of putting things
	together and organizing himself.
	You do not need to stand on one foot.
	The modern town hardly knows
	silence.
	You are something that the whole world
	is doing.
	You know, I simply cannot understand
	people.
	Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
	by our own imagination.
	This is not real life; this is, for us,
	aleatoric television,
	a mixed consort of soft instruments.
	A culture is no better than its woods:
	a feeling of being connected with the past.
	Look at it this way: you may fall
	and break your leg,
	and so, one leg is shorter than the other.
	Can nothing more be done?

	zuò qǔ : Books
	That' s the picture.
	You syou see it for yourself.
	There it is. It' s a man.
	There it is, with uhhh...
	Be good to them always.
	You know, I simply
	cannot understand people.
	Oh, how sadly we mortals are deceived
	by our own imagination.
	This is not real life this is, for us,
	aleatoric television,
	a mixed consort of soft instruments.
	I can hear a collective rumbling in America.
	I' ve lost my house, you' ve lost your house.
	I don' t suppose it matters which way we go.
	This great society is going smash.
	Oh, he' s in the middle of putting things
	together and organizing himself.
	You do not need to stand on one foot.
	The modern town hardly knows
	silence.
	You are something that the whole world
	is doing.
	You know, I simply cannot understand
	people.
	Oh, how sadly we mortals are decieved
	by our own imagination.
	This is not real life this is, for us,
	aleatoric television,
	a mixed consort of soft instruments.
	A culture is no better than its woods:
	a feeling of being connected with the past.
	Look at it this way: you may fall
	and break your leg,
	and so, one leg is shorter than the other.
	Can nothing more be done?