Song | The Undercover Man |
Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
Album | Real Time |
作词 : Hammill | |
Here at the glass, all the usual problems | |
All the habitual farce | |
You ask in uncertain voice, what you should do | |
As if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song | |
And hope that it all works out right | |
Tonight it all seems so strange | |
My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged | |
Still that's only from one point of view | |
And we can't have illusion between me and you | |
My constant friend, ever close at hand, you and the undercover man | |
I will reflect, "It's very strange to be going through this changeWith no idea of what it's all been aboutExcept in the context of time" | |
Oh, but I shirk it, | |
I've half a mind not to work it all out | |
Is this madness just the recurring wave of total emotion | |
Or a hide for the undercover man | |
Or a litany, all the signs are there of fervent devotion | |
Or the cracking of the dam? | |
It's cracked, smashed and bursting over you | |
There was no reason to expect such disaster | |
Now panicking, you burst for air, drowning, you know you care | |
For nothing and no one but yourself | |
And would deny | |
Even this hand which stretches out towards you to help | |
But would | |
I leave you in this moment of your trial? | |
Is it my fault that | |
I'm here to see you crying? | |
These phantom figures all around you should have told you | |
You should have found out by now | |
If you hadn't gone and tried to do it all by yourself | |
Even now we are not lost, if you look out at the night | |
You'll see the colors and the lights seem to say | |
People are not far away, at least in distance | |
And it's only our own dumb resistance that's making us stay | |
When the madness comes | |
Let it flood on down and over me sweetly | |
Let it drown the parts of me, weak and blessed and damned | |
Let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely | |
Let it be who | |
I amThere may not be time for us all to run in tandem together | |
The horizon calls with its parallel lines | |
It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way forever | |
And yet you still have time, you still have time[Incomprehensible] |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
Here at the glass, all the usual problems | |
All the habitual farce | |
You ask in uncertain voice, what you should do | |
As if there were a choice but to carry on miming the song | |
And hope that it all works out right | |
Tonight it all seems so strange | |
My spirit feels rigid, my body deranged | |
Still that' s only from one point of view | |
And we can' t have illusion between me and you | |
My constant friend, ever close at hand, you and the undercover man | |
I will reflect, " It' s very strange to be going through this changeWith no idea of what it' s all been aboutExcept in the context of time" | |
Oh, but I shirk it, | |
I' ve half a mind not to work it all out | |
Is this madness just the recurring wave of total emotion | |
Or a hide for the undercover man | |
Or a litany, all the signs are there of fervent devotion | |
Or the cracking of the dam? | |
It' s cracked, smashed and bursting over you | |
There was no reason to expect such disaster | |
Now panicking, you burst for air, drowning, you know you care | |
For nothing and no one but yourself | |
And would deny | |
Even this hand which stretches out towards you to help | |
But would | |
I leave you in this moment of your trial? | |
Is it my fault that | |
I' m here to see you crying? | |
These phantom figures all around you should have told you | |
You should have found out by now | |
If you hadn' t gone and tried to do it all by yourself | |
Even now we are not lost, if you look out at the night | |
You' ll see the colors and the lights seem to say | |
People are not far away, at least in distance | |
And it' s only our own dumb resistance that' s making us stay | |
When the madness comes | |
Let it flood on down and over me sweetly | |
Let it drown the parts of me, weak and blessed and damned | |
Let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely | |
Let it be who | |
I amThere may not be time for us all to run in tandem together | |
The horizon calls with its parallel lines | |
It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way forever | |
And yet you still have time, you still have time Incomprehensible |