Song | Last Frame |
Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
Album | The Quiet Zone/The Pleasure Dome |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
(Hammill) | |
Pretty keen - yes, my hobby keeps me busy and if | |
I talk to myself, what's the crime? | |
In the darkroom | |
I am a dealer in space and time.... | |
When all memory is mellowed, when the photograph is yellowed, still it never lies. | |
There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure, saying that you're on the way to change, devouring in inordinate measure every diversion that's arranged. | |
For every appetite, a cruel attraction, but there's a panic in your actions... oh, | |
I never saw you look so strange. | |
Fixing memory chemically, holding time on the stop-clock, hanging back from that last frame just in case it didn't show you in the way | |
I used to know you... | |
I thought you'd always stay the same. (But you won't.) | |
Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide; the silence, the waiting for overview.... | |
The past seems under-exposed, low tide, but still the images ghost through. | |
And you're there in the bath, which is all this has led to, and | |
I can't say your path is a right one to choose.... | |
But then I only have a negative of you. |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
Hammill | |
Pretty keen yes, my hobby keeps me busy and if | |
I talk to myself, what' s the crime? | |
In the darkroom | |
I am a dealer in space and time.... | |
When all memory is mellowed, when the photograph is yellowed, still it never lies. | |
There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure, saying that you' re on the way to change, devouring in inordinate measure every diversion that' s arranged. | |
For every appetite, a cruel attraction, but there' s a panic in your actions... oh, | |
I never saw you look so strange. | |
Fixing memory chemically, holding time on the stopclock, hanging back from that last frame just in case it didn' t show you in the way | |
I used to know you... | |
I thought you' d always stay the same. But you won' t. | |
Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide the silence, the waiting for overview.... | |
The past seems underexposed, low tide, but still the images ghost through. | |
And you' re there in the bath, which is all this has led to, and | |
I can' t say your path is a right one to choose.... | |
But then I only have a negative of you. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
Hammill | |
Pretty keen yes, my hobby keeps me busy and if | |
I talk to myself, what' s the crime? | |
In the darkroom | |
I am a dealer in space and time.... | |
When all memory is mellowed, when the photograph is yellowed, still it never lies. | |
There you are, your eyes laced with secret pleasure, saying that you' re on the way to change, devouring in inordinate measure every diversion that' s arranged. | |
For every appetite, a cruel attraction, but there' s a panic in your actions... oh, | |
I never saw you look so strange. | |
Fixing memory chemically, holding time on the stopclock, hanging back from that last frame just in case it didn' t show you in the way | |
I used to know you... | |
I thought you' d always stay the same. But you won' t. | |
Oh, the red light, the silver, the black and the bromide the silence, the waiting for overview.... | |
The past seems underexposed, low tide, but still the images ghost through. | |
And you' re there in the bath, which is all this has led to, and | |
I can' t say your path is a right one to choose.... | |
But then I only have a negative of you. |