Song | Vainglorious Boy |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | Singularity |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
I said steady up, settle down, make way for the Idiot Boy. | |
He's here to sell you some kind of a story; | |
like a stuck-up sore thumb he'll be coming on bashful and coy, | |
all of the while pumping up his vainglory. | |
I said give it up, slap it down, idolise the Idiot Boy; | |
love's what he wants, or at least some attention | |
and he believes all the hype... | |
like an archetypal Geijin-cum-goy | |
he plays up the Alien Genius Pretension. | |
He'd fake his own confession to get you on his side. | |
Oh, I say lighten up, calm it down, time out for His Idiocy now. | |
What's going to happen when the audience dwindles? | |
The tide's out, the ride's up, the world's got no comfort somehowö | |
truth to tell, it'll be himself that he's swindled | |
in a broken-down profession of over-weaning pride. | |
Nowhere to hide... | |
Heaven sent compliments that were meant sincerely fall flat | |
and the bitterest pill is the one he can't swallow. | |
The idiotic thing is what we have always known: | |
however great success is, however far you've flown | |
you'll come to face this audience: | |
yourself, yourself alone. | |
You'll come to face yourself alone, | |
you idiot, idiot boy! |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
I said steady up, settle down, make way for the Idiot Boy. | |
He' s here to sell you some kind of a story | |
like a stuckup sore thumb he' ll be coming on bashful and coy, | |
all of the while pumping up his vainglory. | |
I said give it up, slap it down, idolise the Idiot Boy | |
love' s what he wants, or at least some attention | |
and he believes all the hype... | |
like an archetypal Geijincumgoy | |
he plays up the Alien Genius Pretension. | |
He' d fake his own confession to get you on his side. | |
Oh, I say lighten up, calm it down, time out for His Idiocy now. | |
What' s going to happen when the audience dwindles? | |
The tide' s out, the ride' s up, the world' s got no comfort somehow | |
truth to tell, it' ll be himself that he' s swindled | |
in a brokendown profession of overweaning pride. | |
Nowhere to hide... | |
Heaven sent compliments that were meant sincerely fall flat | |
and the bitterest pill is the one he can' t swallow. | |
The idiotic thing is what we have always known: | |
however great success is, however far you' ve flown | |
you' ll come to face this audience: | |
yourself, yourself alone. | |
You' ll come to face yourself alone, | |
you idiot, idiot boy! |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
I said steady up, settle down, make way for the Idiot Boy. | |
He' s here to sell you some kind of a story | |
like a stuckup sore thumb he' ll be coming on bashful and coy, | |
all of the while pumping up his vainglory. | |
I said give it up, slap it down, idolise the Idiot Boy | |
love' s what he wants, or at least some attention | |
and he believes all the hype... | |
like an archetypal Geijincumgoy | |
he plays up the Alien Genius Pretension. | |
He' d fake his own confession to get you on his side. | |
Oh, I say lighten up, calm it down, time out for His Idiocy now. | |
What' s going to happen when the audience dwindles? | |
The tide' s out, the ride' s up, the world' s got no comfort somehow | |
truth to tell, it' ll be himself that he' s swindled | |
in a brokendown profession of overweaning pride. | |
Nowhere to hide... | |
Heaven sent compliments that were meant sincerely fall flat | |
and the bitterest pill is the one he can' t swallow. | |
The idiotic thing is what we have always known: | |
however great success is, however far you' ve flown | |
you' ll come to face this audience: | |
yourself, yourself alone. | |
You' ll come to face yourself alone, | |
you idiot, idiot boy! |