Song | In Babelsberg |
Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
Album | Present |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
The city's spread beneath my feet, | |
but not the one that I was after | |
while I've been pounding out this beat | |
the length of the Kudamm. | |
Street legends on the tourist map, | |
a fading script in Gothic, | |
out in the studio they're | |
rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
Come on, let's get lost in the dark. | |
Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
what isn't written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
in any case | |
another time's another place. | |
The city's spread beneath my feet | |
from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
and I can see the darkness closing in | |
hour by hour. | |
But I can't take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
No, nothing's written in the history books | |
that doesn't leave a nasty taste; | |
so should I start to tell the story | |
will you put me in my place? | |
'Cause it'll all be crash and burn | |
when I return...in any case | |
another time's another place. | |
Just when did this get broken? | |
I don't know where to begin - | |
I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
I'm in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
The light is getting dimmer, | |
the walls of history close in. | |
In Babelsberg they're hunting | |
for a different Stimmung | |
that predates the war. | |
That was before, | |
that was before, | |
that was a different Berlin, | |
that was another Berlin, | |
that was before in Berlin. |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
The city' s spread beneath my feet, | |
but not the one that I was after | |
while I' ve been pounding out this beat | |
the length of the Kudamm. | |
Street legends on the tourist map, | |
a fading script in Gothic, | |
out in the studio they' re | |
rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
Come on, let' s get lost in the dark. | |
Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
what isn' t written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
in any case | |
another time' s another place. | |
The city' s spread beneath my feet | |
from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
and I can see the darkness closing in | |
hour by hour. | |
But I can' t take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
No, nothing' s written in the history books | |
that doesn' t leave a nasty taste | |
so should I start to tell the story | |
will you put me in my place? | |
' Cause it' ll all be crash and burn | |
when I return... in any case | |
another time' s another place. | |
Just when did this get broken? | |
I don' t know where to begin | |
I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
I' m in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
The light is getting dimmer, | |
the walls of history close in. | |
In Babelsberg they' re hunting | |
for a different Stimmung | |
that predates the war. | |
That was before, | |
that was before, | |
that was a different Berlin, | |
that was another Berlin, | |
that was before in Berlin. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
The city' s spread beneath my feet, | |
but not the one that I was after | |
while I' ve been pounding out this beat | |
the length of the Kudamm. | |
Street legends on the tourist map, | |
a fading script in Gothic, | |
out in the studio they' re | |
rehearsing in drag for a lark. | |
Come on, let' s get lost in the dark. | |
Tale another step, another move, another pace, | |
what isn' t written in the manuscript is a note to play with grace | |
and if I exit from this story in a way I might retrace | |
it will have fallen through the cracks when I come back | |
in any case | |
another time' s another place. | |
The city' s spread beneath my feet | |
from the top of the Mercedes tower | |
and I can see the darkness closing in | |
hour by hour. | |
But I can' t take another step, no filling in, no cut and paste, | |
a bankrupt process for the memory, this terrain is laid to waste. | |
No, nothing' s written in the history books | |
that doesn' t leave a nasty taste | |
so should I start to tell the story | |
will you put me in my place? | |
' Cause it' ll all be crash and burn | |
when I return... in any case | |
another time' s another place. | |
Just when did this get broken? | |
I don' t know where to begin | |
I got a Ubahn ticket and a Flohmarkt token.... | |
I' m in trouble in the rubble of Berlin | |
The light is getting dimmer, | |
the walls of history close in. | |
In Babelsberg they' re hunting | |
for a different Stimmung | |
that predates the war. | |
That was before, | |
that was before, | |
that was a different Berlin, | |
that was another Berlin, | |
that was before in Berlin. |