Song | Going For A Walk With A Line |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Folktronic |
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作词 : Currie | |
There's trouble up at Cowbell Barn | |
The Shadoks are going back to the moon | |
With rhododendrons in a burlap sack | |
Resin on a hessian violin rag | |
All in Helvetica Light | |
Robert the devil witnessed the nostril | |
Of an elderly phoenix in a youth hostel | |
Playing violin up a monkey pine | |
In a finger painting for Dr Prinzhorn | |
(Psychiatrist of these parts) | |
The violin frightened Bimbo the cat | |
So they put on a tape of the sound of pot plants | |
Growing, little knowing | |
That a woodlouse would grouse about that | |
A call came in from the Empire of Numbers | |
A government inspector was passing amongst us | |
Incognito, my little female circus rider | |
From Exotik Park would have to go | |
Rainy weather by the river | |
Snake paths in the grass | |
The child with a Chloranthemum divining twig | |
Cuts Alpinism class | |
Delia Derbyshire, Malcolm Clarke | |
And Desmond Briscoe sit in the dark | |
Invoking a spirit mathematician: | |
Phra the Phoenician | |
High on his evergreen reputation | |
Don John's under investigation | |
Apparently his donkey ratted on him | |
Because the Don frightened him out of his skin | |
It's a shambles, never mumble in the brambles | |
A little Italian opera queen | |
Is reading a book to the twitter machine | |
'AAAS Calcul-Geometrie | |
(Element 18)' | |
Tunis Hamamet, that conifer smell | |
The oriental cemetery -- and there's Bill | |
Explaining pop music to the mentally ill | |
Stirring mint tea with a Lucifer match | |
Let's stay a while and watch | |
Pictograms in porcelain | |
Sketches of birds, vogel skizzern | |
Field dynamics for sizothymes | |
Going for a walk with a line | |
What a palaver, more's the pity | |
Death is in Dessau buying pottery | |
Orienteering, you part the trees | |
And see three walled medieval cities | |
And a dragonfly | |
Meister Eckhart went into the light | |
And found a desert on the other side | |
'Children of wisdom', Goethe said | |
'Make fools of the fools, as one should' | |
That advice is good | |
Put down your line, put down your pen | |
A snowstorm is approaching, friend | |
Soon it'll all be white | |
It's paper in the end, and light |
zuo ci : Currie | |
There' s trouble up at Cowbell Barn | |
The Shadoks are going back to the moon | |
With rhododendrons in a burlap sack | |
Resin on a hessian violin rag | |
All in Helvetica Light | |
Robert the devil witnessed the nostril | |
Of an elderly phoenix in a youth hostel | |
Playing violin up a monkey pine | |
In a finger painting for Dr Prinzhorn | |
Psychiatrist of these parts | |
The violin frightened Bimbo the cat | |
So they put on a tape of the sound of pot plants | |
Growing, little knowing | |
That a woodlouse would grouse about that | |
A call came in from the Empire of Numbers | |
A government inspector was passing amongst us | |
Incognito, my little female circus rider | |
From Exotik Park would have to go | |
Rainy weather by the river | |
Snake paths in the grass | |
The child with a Chloranthemum divining twig | |
Cuts Alpinism class | |
Delia Derbyshire, Malcolm Clarke | |
And Desmond Briscoe sit in the dark | |
Invoking a spirit mathematician: | |
Phra the Phoenician | |
High on his evergreen reputation | |
Don John' s under investigation | |
Apparently his donkey ratted on him | |
Because the Don frightened him out of his skin | |
It' s a shambles, never mumble in the brambles | |
A little Italian opera queen | |
Is reading a book to the twitter machine | |
' AAAS CalculGeometrie | |
Element 18' | |
Tunis Hamamet, that conifer smell | |
The oriental cemetery and there' s Bill | |
Explaining pop music to the mentally ill | |
Stirring mint tea with a Lucifer match | |
Let' s stay a while and watch | |
Pictograms in porcelain | |
Sketches of birds, vogel skizzern | |
Field dynamics for sizothymes | |
Going for a walk with a line | |
What a palaver, more' s the pity | |
Death is in Dessau buying pottery | |
Orienteering, you part the trees | |
And see three walled medieval cities | |
And a dragonfly | |
Meister Eckhart went into the light | |
And found a desert on the other side | |
' Children of wisdom', Goethe said | |
' Make fools of the fools, as one should' | |
That advice is good | |
Put down your line, put down your pen | |
A snowstorm is approaching, friend | |
Soon it' ll all be white | |
It' s paper in the end, and light |
zuò cí : Currie | |
There' s trouble up at Cowbell Barn | |
The Shadoks are going back to the moon | |
With rhododendrons in a burlap sack | |
Resin on a hessian violin rag | |
All in Helvetica Light | |
Robert the devil witnessed the nostril | |
Of an elderly phoenix in a youth hostel | |
Playing violin up a monkey pine | |
In a finger painting for Dr Prinzhorn | |
Psychiatrist of these parts | |
The violin frightened Bimbo the cat | |
So they put on a tape of the sound of pot plants | |
Growing, little knowing | |
That a woodlouse would grouse about that | |
A call came in from the Empire of Numbers | |
A government inspector was passing amongst us | |
Incognito, my little female circus rider | |
From Exotik Park would have to go | |
Rainy weather by the river | |
Snake paths in the grass | |
The child with a Chloranthemum divining twig | |
Cuts Alpinism class | |
Delia Derbyshire, Malcolm Clarke | |
And Desmond Briscoe sit in the dark | |
Invoking a spirit mathematician: | |
Phra the Phoenician | |
High on his evergreen reputation | |
Don John' s under investigation | |
Apparently his donkey ratted on him | |
Because the Don frightened him out of his skin | |
It' s a shambles, never mumble in the brambles | |
A little Italian opera queen | |
Is reading a book to the twitter machine | |
' AAAS CalculGeometrie | |
Element 18' | |
Tunis Hamamet, that conifer smell | |
The oriental cemetery and there' s Bill | |
Explaining pop music to the mentally ill | |
Stirring mint tea with a Lucifer match | |
Let' s stay a while and watch | |
Pictograms in porcelain | |
Sketches of birds, vogel skizzern | |
Field dynamics for sizothymes | |
Going for a walk with a line | |
What a palaver, more' s the pity | |
Death is in Dessau buying pottery | |
Orienteering, you part the trees | |
And see three walled medieval cities | |
And a dragonfly | |
Meister Eckhart went into the light | |
And found a desert on the other side | |
' Children of wisdom', Goethe said | |
' Make fools of the fools, as one should' | |
That advice is good | |
Put down your line, put down your pen | |
A snowstorm is approaching, friend | |
Soon it' ll all be white | |
It' s paper in the end, and light |