Song | Contrasong |
Artist | Egg |
Album | The Polite Force |
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作词 : Campbell | |
Gazing quite vacantly into space one day | |
sitting up in my bed surrounded by | |
a few Sunday papers and their colour supplements | |
all of them superficially interesting | |
happily unaware that somewhere somebody was aware | |
that somewhere somebody was awake and well | |
undisturbed | |
living on | |
Glancing quite speedily through assortments | |
of horrible illustrations of atrocities | |
and apologies of editors but they felt | |
it was necessary for people to see the pictures | |
on no account were they attempting | |
to boost their paper's circulations | |
I felt a wave | |
closed my eyes | |
which was worse | |
Nevertheless I was I suppose | |
quite at ease at home with my food | |
brought up at intervals to my bed | |
with all the sympathy I could want | |
and with all the time in the world | |
to write thank-you letters to all the people | |
kind enough to send Christmas presents | |
when they knew I was | |
really very | |
insignificant |
zuo ci : Campbell | |
Gazing quite vacantly into space one day | |
sitting up in my bed surrounded by | |
a few Sunday papers and their colour supplements | |
all of them superficially interesting | |
happily unaware that somewhere somebody was aware | |
that somewhere somebody was awake and well | |
undisturbed | |
living on | |
Glancing quite speedily through assortments | |
of horrible illustrations of atrocities | |
and apologies of editors but they felt | |
it was necessary for people to see the pictures | |
on no account were they attempting | |
to boost their paper' s circulations | |
I felt a wave | |
closed my eyes | |
which was worse | |
Nevertheless I was I suppose | |
quite at ease at home with my food | |
brought up at intervals to my bed | |
with all the sympathy I could want | |
and with all the time in the world | |
to write thankyou letters to all the people | |
kind enough to send Christmas presents | |
when they knew I was | |
really very | |
insignificant |
zuò cí : Campbell | |
Gazing quite vacantly into space one day | |
sitting up in my bed surrounded by | |
a few Sunday papers and their colour supplements | |
all of them superficially interesting | |
happily unaware that somewhere somebody was aware | |
that somewhere somebody was awake and well | |
undisturbed | |
living on | |
Glancing quite speedily through assortments | |
of horrible illustrations of atrocities | |
and apologies of editors but they felt | |
it was necessary for people to see the pictures | |
on no account were they attempting | |
to boost their paper' s circulations | |
I felt a wave | |
closed my eyes | |
which was worse | |
Nevertheless I was I suppose | |
quite at ease at home with my food | |
brought up at intervals to my bed | |
with all the sympathy I could want | |
and with all the time in the world | |
to write thankyou letters to all the people | |
kind enough to send Christmas presents | |
when they knew I was | |
really very | |
insignificant |