Song | Simple Men |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Folktronic |
作词 : Currie | |
The simple men live the simple life in big log cabins | |
They're best of friends with a simpleton and a horse called Dobbins | |
Their yards resound with the simple sound of blackbirds and robins | |
And their wives make simple samplers with thimbles and bobbins | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
They're terribly superstitious, fear the ghost and the gollum | |
They sit in a chair in the mountain air and breathe in the pollen | |
Their tweeds and plaids are homespun adorned with a sporran | |
They're always at war with the valley folk because they are foreign | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
Funny how it seems the more that we evolve | |
The more the basic problems of our lives get solved | |
The more we yearn for harder, simpler times back when | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
Their pigs have lice and their rats have mice and their dogs have rabies | |
They dig in the muck to make graves they mark with the names of their babies | |
They beat their wives, it serves them right it's in Deuteronomy | |
And for their simple daughters they reserve clitorectomy | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
Funny how the symbols of humanity | |
Turn out to be the images of brutality | |
Projecting soul on the soulless again | |
We envy them, the simple men |
zuò cí : Currie | |
The simple men live the simple life in big log cabins | |
They' re best of friends with a simpleton and a horse called Dobbins | |
Their yards resound with the simple sound of blackbirds and robins | |
And their wives make simple samplers with thimbles and bobbins | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
They' re terribly superstitious, fear the ghost and the gollum | |
They sit in a chair in the mountain air and breathe in the pollen | |
Their tweeds and plaids are homespun adorned with a sporran | |
They' re always at war with the valley folk because they are foreign | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
Funny how it seems the more that we evolve | |
The more the basic problems of our lives get solved | |
The more we yearn for harder, simpler times back when | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
Their pigs have lice and their rats have mice and their dogs have rabies | |
They dig in the muck to make graves they mark with the names of their babies | |
They beat their wives, it serves them right it' s in Deuteronomy | |
And for their simple daughters they reserve clitorectomy | |
We envy them, the simple men | |
The simple men we envy them | |
We envy the simple men | |
Funny how the symbols of humanity | |
Turn out to be the images of brutality | |
Projecting soul on the soulless again | |
We envy them, the simple men |