Song | The Duke of Beaufoot |
Artist | Spirogyra |
Album | St. Radigunds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cockerham | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is not at home today | |
He's very tired | |
He thought he'd go away | |
You wait for him, | |
Your eyes are on the door | |
You know no other way | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is very kind to cats | |
Keeps them in his cellar | |
To help him catch his rats | |
He's very noble | |
And his lineage is pure | |
But you, you're a whore | |
The Duke of Splendour | |
Just wasn't much amused | |
And nor were you | |
You knew you'd been abused | |
If you'd had help | |
You might have buggered up his fuse | |
But alone, you're too confused | |
"He picked me up, I was on the street | |
He made it clear he would use me | |
My parents died, I was three years old | |
I had to make a living" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
"In a lot of ways, I'm close to him | |
Though he may seem to ignore it | |
I'm sure he cares, | |
At least, I think he does | |
It's just he's very busy" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
Here's today says the ‘Telegraph' | |
It's the world, it's the world! | |
Gone away on a phonograph | |
Riding high, riding high | |
There's a way says the Cenotaph | |
You will find, you will find | |
Gone in search of an Epitaph | |
Running wild, running wild | |
You saw them coming forward | |
Asking you to be kind | |
You couldn't face their council | |
They were men full of greed | |
In your position nothing's sacred | |
You have only the wine | |
You stand alone | |
But not alone in your loneliness | |
And yet there must be more | |
I can't believe that all has been in vain | |
And if there is it's | |
Be sure of friendship | |
As the hours grow long | |
Rest assured that this phase is passing | |
Give yourself a chance |
zuo qu : Cockerham | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is not at home today | |
He' s very tired | |
He thought he' d go away | |
You wait for him, | |
Your eyes are on the door | |
You know no other way | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is very kind to cats | |
Keeps them in his cellar | |
To help him catch his rats | |
He' s very noble | |
And his lineage is pure | |
But you, you' re a whore | |
The Duke of Splendour | |
Just wasn' t much amused | |
And nor were you | |
You knew you' d been abused | |
If you' d had help | |
You might have buggered up his fuse | |
But alone, you' re too confused | |
" He picked me up, I was on the street | |
He made it clear he would use me | |
My parents died, I was three years old | |
I had to make a living" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
" In a lot of ways, I' m close to him | |
Though he may seem to ignore it | |
I' m sure he cares, | |
At least, I think he does | |
It' s just he' s very busy" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
Here' s today says the ' Telegraph' | |
It' s the world, it' s the world! | |
Gone away on a phonograph | |
Riding high, riding high | |
There' s a way says the Cenotaph | |
You will find, you will find | |
Gone in search of an Epitaph | |
Running wild, running wild | |
You saw them coming forward | |
Asking you to be kind | |
You couldn' t face their council | |
They were men full of greed | |
In your position nothing' s sacred | |
You have only the wine | |
You stand alone | |
But not alone in your loneliness | |
And yet there must be more | |
I can' t believe that all has been in vain | |
And if there is it' s | |
Be sure of friendship | |
As the hours grow long | |
Rest assured that this phase is passing | |
Give yourself a chance |
zuò qǔ : Cockerham | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is not at home today | |
He' s very tired | |
He thought he' d go away | |
You wait for him, | |
Your eyes are on the door | |
You know no other way | |
The Duke of Beaufort | |
Is very kind to cats | |
Keeps them in his cellar | |
To help him catch his rats | |
He' s very noble | |
And his lineage is pure | |
But you, you' re a whore | |
The Duke of Splendour | |
Just wasn' t much amused | |
And nor were you | |
You knew you' d been abused | |
If you' d had help | |
You might have buggered up his fuse | |
But alone, you' re too confused | |
" He picked me up, I was on the street | |
He made it clear he would use me | |
My parents died, I was three years old | |
I had to make a living" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
" In a lot of ways, I' m close to him | |
Though he may seem to ignore it | |
I' m sure he cares, | |
At least, I think he does | |
It' s just he' s very busy" | |
Close your eyes, close your eyes | |
Here' s today says the ' Telegraph' | |
It' s the world, it' s the world! | |
Gone away on a phonograph | |
Riding high, riding high | |
There' s a way says the Cenotaph | |
You will find, you will find | |
Gone in search of an Epitaph | |
Running wild, running wild | |
You saw them coming forward | |
Asking you to be kind | |
You couldn' t face their council | |
They were men full of greed | |
In your position nothing' s sacred | |
You have only the wine | |
You stand alone | |
But not alone in your loneliness | |
And yet there must be more | |
I can' t believe that all has been in vain | |
And if there is it' s | |
Be sure of friendship | |
As the hours grow long | |
Rest assured that this phase is passing | |
Give yourself a chance |