Song | The Bellman's Speech (Jojo Effect Remix) |
Artist | Bajka |
Album | Escape From Wonderland |
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Come, listen, people, while I tell you again | |
The five unmistakable marks | |
By which you may know, wheresoever you go, | |
The warranted genuine Snarks. | |
Let us take them in order. The first is the taste, | |
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp: | |
Like a coat that is a little too tight in the waist, | |
With a flavour of Will-o-the-wisp. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
(Seven days to the week I allow), | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
Its habit of getting up late you抣l agree | |
That it carries too far, when I say | |
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o抍lock tea, | |
And dines on the following day. | |
The third is its slowness in taking a jest. | |
Should you happen to venture on one, | |
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed: | |
And it always looks grave at a pun. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
(Seven days to the week I allow), | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines, | |
Which is constantly carries about, | |
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes | |
A sentiment open to doubt. | |
The fifth is ambition. It next will be right | |
To describe each particular batch: | |
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite, | |
And those that have whiskers, and scratch. | |
For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm, | |
Yet, I feel it my duty to say, | |
Some are Boojums--The Bellman broke off in alarm, | |
For the Baker had fainted away. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
(Seven days to the week I allow), | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! |
Come, listen, people, while I tell you again | |
The five unmistakable marks | |
By which you may know, wheresoever you go, | |
The warranted genuine Snarks. | |
Let us take them in order. The first is the taste, | |
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp: | |
Like a coat that is a little too tight in the waist, | |
With a flavour of Willothewisp. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
Its habit of getting up late you yun l agree | |
That it carries too far, when I say | |
That it frequently breakfasts at fiveo zheng lock tea, | |
And dines on the following day. | |
The third is its slowness in taking a jest. | |
Should you happen to venture on one, | |
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed: | |
And it always looks grave at a pun. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
The fourth is its fondness for bathingmachines, | |
Which is constantly carries about, | |
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes | |
A sentiment open to doubt. | |
The fifth is ambition. It next will be right | |
To describe each particular batch: | |
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite, | |
And those that have whiskers, and scratch. | |
For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm, | |
Yet, I feel it my duty to say, | |
Some are BoojumsThe Bellman broke off in alarm, | |
For the Baker had fainted away. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! |
Come, listen, people, while I tell you again | |
The five unmistakable marks | |
By which you may know, wheresoever you go, | |
The warranted genuine Snarks. | |
Let us take them in order. The first is the taste, | |
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp: | |
Like a coat that is a little too tight in the waist, | |
With a flavour of Willothewisp. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
Its habit of getting up late you yun l agree | |
That it carries too far, when I say | |
That it frequently breakfasts at fiveo zhěng lock tea, | |
And dines on the following day. | |
The third is its slowness in taking a jest. | |
Should you happen to venture on one, | |
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed: | |
And it always looks grave at a pun. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! | |
The fourth is its fondness for bathingmachines, | |
Which is constantly carries about, | |
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes | |
A sentiment open to doubt. | |
The fifth is ambition. It next will be right | |
To describe each particular batch: | |
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite, | |
And those that have whiskers, and scratch. | |
For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm, | |
Yet, I feel it my duty to say, | |
Some are BoojumsThe Bellman broke off in alarm, | |
For the Baker had fainted away. | |
We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days, | |
Seven days to the week I allow, | |
But a true Snark on whom we might lovingly gaze, | |
We have never beheld till now! |