作曲 : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
作词 : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
(Take me to your leaders... ) | |
Let the song man spin it it began at the beginning | |
Twas a sweet green planet | |
Nothing on it, nothing to it | |
Nothing in it, nothing to do | |
With the planet as we know it | |
It's a planet coming to ya but ya | |
Don't know if its there | |
Maybe its here, maybe there | |
Check it underneath the Milky Way | |
Right beside the southern cross | |
I don't think so! | |
Why just cant see it but it aint going away | |
If you dance and sing and everything will | |
Clarify, fructify,multiply, fact finding it | |
Will never satisfy | |
Not the bing bang, not the big bong | |
But the planet called GONG its a singin' and a ringin out | |
This is where I'm coming from | |
This is where that we belong | |
This is where it all began Hu-man | |
They coming out of an intention | |
Which I hesitate to mention | |
Maybe out of space is just a parallel dimesnion | |
They coming down from a planet | |
So far, so near | |
That's where it all began | |
That music you hear | |
It happened to remind me | |
Of a long long story | |
Bout a visit from the stars | |
From some old Babas | |
Professor Paradox and the Octave Doctors | |
Time Doctors on space guitars | |
Those wise avatars from a distant star | |
They have watched us | |
Take us to your leaders! | |
We assume the position of possession of power | |
We chop out the life | |
We live by the knife | |
Cut out the memory | |
That everybody's family | |
One great family | |
Of consciouss humanity | |
The time will come | |
When the Star Men arrive | |
In 2032 they'll be looking at you | |
They're coming down to Earth | |
And it's been so long | |
So very very long ago | |
When they last dared to | |
Come down here | |
And show us what we need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet man | |
We need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet |
zuo qu : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
zuo ci : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
Take me to your leaders... | |
Let the song man spin it it began at the beginning | |
Twas a sweet green planet | |
Nothing on it, nothing to it | |
Nothing in it, nothing to do | |
With the planet as we know it | |
It' s a planet coming to ya but ya | |
Don' t know if its there | |
Maybe its here, maybe there | |
Check it underneath the Milky Way | |
Right beside the southern cross | |
I don' t think so! | |
Why just cant see it but it aint going away | |
If you dance and sing and everything will | |
Clarify, fructify, multiply, fact finding it | |
Will never satisfy | |
Not the bing bang, not the big bong | |
But the planet called GONG its a singin' and a ringin out | |
This is where I' m coming from | |
This is where that we belong | |
This is where it all began Human | |
They coming out of an intention | |
Which I hesitate to mention | |
Maybe out of space is just a parallel dimesnion | |
They coming down from a planet | |
So far, so near | |
That' s where it all began | |
That music you hear | |
It happened to remind me | |
Of a long long story | |
Bout a visit from the stars | |
From some old Babas | |
Professor Paradox and the Octave Doctors | |
Time Doctors on space guitars | |
Those wise avatars from a distant star | |
They have watched us | |
Take us to your leaders! | |
We assume the position of possession of power | |
We chop out the life | |
We live by the knife | |
Cut out the memory | |
That everybody' s family | |
One great family | |
Of consciouss humanity | |
The time will come | |
When the Star Men arrive | |
In 2032 they' ll be looking at you | |
They' re coming down to Earth | |
And it' s been so long | |
So very very long ago | |
When they last dared to | |
Come down here | |
And show us what we need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet man | |
We need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet |
zuò qǔ : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
zuò cí : Allen, Hillage, Howlett, Taylor | |
Take me to your leaders... | |
Let the song man spin it it began at the beginning | |
Twas a sweet green planet | |
Nothing on it, nothing to it | |
Nothing in it, nothing to do | |
With the planet as we know it | |
It' s a planet coming to ya but ya | |
Don' t know if its there | |
Maybe its here, maybe there | |
Check it underneath the Milky Way | |
Right beside the southern cross | |
I don' t think so! | |
Why just cant see it but it aint going away | |
If you dance and sing and everything will | |
Clarify, fructify, multiply, fact finding it | |
Will never satisfy | |
Not the bing bang, not the big bong | |
But the planet called GONG its a singin' and a ringin out | |
This is where I' m coming from | |
This is where that we belong | |
This is where it all began Human | |
They coming out of an intention | |
Which I hesitate to mention | |
Maybe out of space is just a parallel dimesnion | |
They coming down from a planet | |
So far, so near | |
That' s where it all began | |
That music you hear | |
It happened to remind me | |
Of a long long story | |
Bout a visit from the stars | |
From some old Babas | |
Professor Paradox and the Octave Doctors | |
Time Doctors on space guitars | |
Those wise avatars from a distant star | |
They have watched us | |
Take us to your leaders! | |
We assume the position of possession of power | |
We chop out the life | |
We live by the knife | |
Cut out the memory | |
That everybody' s family | |
One great family | |
Of consciouss humanity | |
The time will come | |
When the Star Men arrive | |
In 2032 they' ll be looking at you | |
They' re coming down to Earth | |
And it' s been so long | |
So very very long ago | |
When they last dared to | |
Come down here | |
And show us what we need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet man | |
We need to know | |
How to survive without killing the planet |