Song | Lady Godiva's Operation |
Artist | The Velvet Underground |
Album | Chronicles |
作词 : Reed | |
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, | |
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy, | |
Just another toy. | |
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, | |
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said | |
So long ago. | |
Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, | |
Life has made her that much bolder now | |
That she (has) found out how. | |
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, | |
Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare, | |
Pretty passing care. | |
Hair today now dipped in the water, | |
Making love to every poor daughter's son, | |
Isn't it fun? | |
Now today, propping grace with envy, | |
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there | |
And hasn't a care. | |
"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY, | |
Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. | |
The body lies bare. | |
Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, | |
Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING. | |
The rain must have gone away. | |
STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE, | |
ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, | |
Underneath the white light. | |
THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE | |
SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE | |
That must now be cut away. | |
NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION. | |
THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. | |
One goes here, | |
AND ONE GOES THERE. | |
"The ether tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy. | |
THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. | |
The screams echo off the walls. | |
Don't panic -- someone give him pentathol instantly. | |
The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain. | |
BY MY COUNT OF TEN. | |
THE HEAD WON'T MOVE! |
zuò cí : Reed | |
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, | |
Pats the head of another curlyhaired boy, | |
Just another toy. | |
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, | |
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said | |
So long ago. | |
Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, | |
Life has made her that much bolder now | |
That she has found out how. | |
Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, | |
Pride and joy of the latest pennyfare, | |
Pretty passing care. | |
Hair today now dipped in the water, | |
Making love to every poor daughter' s son, | |
Isn' t it fun? | |
Now today, propping grace with envy, | |
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone' s there | |
And hasn' t a care. | |
" Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY, | |
Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. | |
The body lies bare. | |
Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, | |
Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING. | |
The rain must have gone away. | |
STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE, | |
ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, | |
Underneath the white light. | |
THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE | |
SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE | |
That must now be cut away. | |
NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION. | |
THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. | |
One goes here, | |
AND ONE GOES THERE. | |
" The ether tube' s leaking," says someone who' s sloppy. | |
THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. | |
The screams echo off the walls. | |
Don' t panic someone give him pentathol instantly. | |
The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain. | |
BY MY COUNT OF TEN. | |
THE HEAD WON' T MOVE! |