London 1888 Lyrics

Song	London 1888
Artist	Momus
Album	Pubic Intellectual: An Anthology 1986-2016
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	作曲 : Nick Currie
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hope your hands will never stop
	Rescue me from this ugly block
	In Tokyo, 21st century
	It's London, 1888
	I am descended from a great
	Clan of the Meiji shogunate
	And I am travelling extensively
	It's London 1888
	I sit here drinking nettle wine
	My family is in decline
	And I confess the fault is mine
	The doorman's sure to sit and wait
	To see who I'll bring home tonight
	I'll pay him cash to keep him quiet
	I am a libertine
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	You've got my conscience in the dock
	You've got me walking round the block
	You've got me searching for experience
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I am a Buddhist, I am not
	Victorian, I love your shops
	But your morality is meaningless
	It's London 1888
	And I have learned the game of chess
	I have a club, it's on the Strand
	I'm a dishonourable man
	And Tokyo is far away
	The English wear a poker face
	The latest craze is called 'Croquet'
	I am a stranger here
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	And Sherlock Holmes is my good friend
	I have a trust fund I can spend
	And I am ready to defend
	My immorality to anyone
	And Whistler painted me in grey
	I had his mother round to stay
	And she sat knitting in her chair
	And staring through me disapprovingly
	And Aubrey Beardsley sketches me
	And Oscar Wilde comes round for tea
	But I still feel so Japanese
	When I'm alone on Piccadilly
	And in Green Park there is a band
	Medieval lillie in my hand
	I watch the sailors on the bus
	A little lustfully
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	I came adventuring in time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hear you tick while I talk
	In my apartment on Pall Mall
	To stable boys of easy provenance
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	The incense on my mantelpiece
	Covers the reek of smelly socks
	As I prepare them to be compromised
	It's London 1888
	It's 6 o'clock and I am late
	For some disreputable date
	With sordid appetites I hate
	I hope these crimes will never stop
	And like the hands upon the clock
	My hands will touch and he'll respond
	And go beyond
	It's London 1888
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	And is the grave my sole reply?

	zuo qu : Nick Currie
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hope your hands will never stop
	Rescue me from this ugly block
	In Tokyo, 21st century
	It' s London, 1888
	I am descended from a great
	Clan of the Meiji shogunate
	And I am travelling extensively
	It' s London 1888
	I sit here drinking nettle wine
	My family is in decline
	And I confess the fault is mine
	The doorman' s sure to sit and wait
	To see who I' ll bring home tonight
	I' ll pay him cash to keep him quiet
	I am a libertine
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	You' ve got my conscience in the dock
	You' ve got me walking round the block
	You' ve got me searching for experience
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I am a Buddhist, I am not
	Victorian, I love your shops
	But your morality is meaningless
	It' s London 1888
	And I have learned the game of chess
	I have a club, it' s on the Strand
	I' m a dishonourable man
	And Tokyo is far away
	The English wear a poker face
	The latest craze is called ' Croquet'
	I am a stranger here
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	And Sherlock Holmes is my good friend
	I have a trust fund I can spend
	And I am ready to defend
	My immorality to anyone
	And Whistler painted me in grey
	I had his mother round to stay
	And she sat knitting in her chair
	And staring through me disapprovingly
	And Aubrey Beardsley sketches me
	And Oscar Wilde comes round for tea
	But I still feel so Japanese
	When I' m alone on Piccadilly
	And in Green Park there is a band
	Medieval lillie in my hand
	I watch the sailors on the bus
	A little lustfully
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	I came adventuring in time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hear you tick while I talk
	In my apartment on Pall Mall
	To stable boys of easy provenance
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	The incense on my mantelpiece
	Covers the reek of smelly socks
	As I prepare them to be compromised
	It' s London 1888
	It' s 6 o' clock and I am late
	For some disreputable date
	With sordid appetites I hate
	I hope these crimes will never stop
	And like the hands upon the clock
	My hands will touch and he' ll respond
	And go beyond
	It' s London 1888
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	And is the grave my sole reply?

	zuò qǔ : Nick Currie
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hope your hands will never stop
	Rescue me from this ugly block
	In Tokyo, 21st century
	It' s London, 1888
	I am descended from a great
	Clan of the Meiji shogunate
	And I am travelling extensively
	It' s London 1888
	I sit here drinking nettle wine
	My family is in decline
	And I confess the fault is mine
	The doorman' s sure to sit and wait
	To see who I' ll bring home tonight
	I' ll pay him cash to keep him quiet
	I am a libertine
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	You' ve got my conscience in the dock
	You' ve got me walking round the block
	You' ve got me searching for experience
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I am a Buddhist, I am not
	Victorian, I love your shops
	But your morality is meaningless
	It' s London 1888
	And I have learned the game of chess
	I have a club, it' s on the Strand
	I' m a dishonourable man
	And Tokyo is far away
	The English wear a poker face
	The latest craze is called ' Croquet'
	I am a stranger here
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	And Sherlock Holmes is my good friend
	I have a trust fund I can spend
	And I am ready to defend
	My immorality to anyone
	And Whistler painted me in grey
	I had his mother round to stay
	And she sat knitting in her chair
	And staring through me disapprovingly
	And Aubrey Beardsley sketches me
	And Oscar Wilde comes round for tea
	But I still feel so Japanese
	When I' m alone on Piccadilly
	And in Green Park there is a band
	Medieval lillie in my hand
	I watch the sailors on the bus
	A little lustfully
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	I came adventuring in time
	But is the grave the sole reply?
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	I hear you tick while I talk
	In my apartment on Pall Mall
	To stable boys of easy provenance
	Cellophane grandfather clock
	The incense on my mantelpiece
	Covers the reek of smelly socks
	As I prepare them to be compromised
	It' s London 1888
	It' s 6 o' clock and I am late
	For some disreputable date
	With sordid appetites I hate
	I hope these crimes will never stop
	And like the hands upon the clock
	My hands will touch and he' ll respond
	And go beyond
	It' s London 1888
	I am the Marquis Matsugae
	And I came questioning through time
	And is the grave my sole reply?

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