| Song | Um & Aargh |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Sides |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| You couldn't run, you couldn't hide, they had their spies out on your track | |
| You had some fun, you took a ride, you tried to fit into the pack | |
| But all the time they knew you lied, they knew that you'd be bound to crack | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| You dreamed of stars, of open cars and surfing out on Malibu | |
| You drank in bars and Miromars, you shot the dice and skimmed the pool | |
| You thought of saving your integrity before it came up for renewal | |
| Hospital Carolina – so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| "Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I'm catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| "This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said "don't people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it's better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| A man appeared, he had a beard, he had a dog right at his feet | |
| I said, "My song?", he said "It's long, it's got no balls", | |
| I said: "that's neat, but it took me thirty years to write", | |
| He said, "your image is incomplete". | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| The curtains up, the spotlights on, they've got you spitting at the crowd, | |
| A needle match, a little scratch, and you're above the busy cloud, | |
| Going out and getting in a fight it makes the news, so you'll be proud | |
| Hospital Carolina – so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| "Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I'm catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| "This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said "don't people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it's better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| They've washed you up, they've squashed you up, | |
| You find your brain is going bad | |
| You played the game, its all the same, the wisest fools are really mad | |
| You take a gun, to save our sons, and, God, his brain is bullet-proof | |
| And so it's welcome to the ministry of everlasting truth | |
| Hospital Carolina – so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| "Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I'm catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| "This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said "don't people have minds of their own?" | |
| Shooting to the top, be a great tin god | |
| Then plummet to obscurity well, | |
| And its better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| And it's better not to presume | |
| Or it's you that we will consume. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| You couldn' t run, you couldn' t hide, they had their spies out on your track | |
| You had some fun, you took a ride, you tried to fit into the pack | |
| But all the time they knew you lied, they knew that you' d be bound to crack | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| You dreamed of stars, of open cars and surfing out on Malibu | |
| You drank in bars and Miromars, you shot the dice and skimmed the pool | |
| You thought of saving your integrity before it came up for renewal | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it' s better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| A man appeared, he had a beard, he had a dog right at his feet | |
| I said, " My song?", he said " It' s long, it' s got no balls", | |
| I said: " that' s neat, but it took me thirty years to write", | |
| He said, " your image is incomplete". | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| The curtains up, the spotlights on, they' ve got you spitting at the crowd, | |
| A needle match, a little scratch, and you' re above the busy cloud, | |
| Going out and getting in a fight it makes the news, so you' ll be proud | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it' s better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| They' ve washed you up, they' ve squashed you up, | |
| You find your brain is going bad | |
| You played the game, its all the same, the wisest fools are really mad | |
| You take a gun, to save our sons, and, God, his brain is bulletproof | |
| And so it' s welcome to the ministry of everlasting truth | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| Shooting to the top, be a great tin god | |
| Then plummet to obscurity well, | |
| And its better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| And it' s better not to presume | |
| Or it' s you that we will consume. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| You couldn' t run, you couldn' t hide, they had their spies out on your track | |
| You had some fun, you took a ride, you tried to fit into the pack | |
| But all the time they knew you lied, they knew that you' d be bound to crack | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| You dreamed of stars, of open cars and surfing out on Malibu | |
| You drank in bars and Miromars, you shot the dice and skimmed the pool | |
| You thought of saving your integrity before it came up for renewal | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it' s better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| A man appeared, he had a beard, he had a dog right at his feet | |
| I said, " My song?", he said " It' s long, it' s got no balls", | |
| I said: " that' s neat, but it took me thirty years to write", | |
| He said, " your image is incomplete". | |
| Hospital Carolina | |
| The curtains up, the spotlights on, they' ve got you spitting at the crowd, | |
| A needle match, a little scratch, and you' re above the busy cloud, | |
| Going out and getting in a fight it makes the news, so you' ll be proud | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| And it' s better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| I was in the midst of a dream | |
| I felt like shouting something obscene | |
| They' ve washed you up, they' ve squashed you up, | |
| You find your brain is going bad | |
| You played the game, its all the same, the wisest fools are really mad | |
| You take a gun, to save our sons, and, God, his brain is bulletproof | |
| And so it' s welcome to the ministry of everlasting truth | |
| Hospital Carolina so who needs Rudolf Steiner? | |
| Let me hear you now | |
| " Um and aargh, um and aargh, um", was all he told me | |
| I' m catching beriberi and I am feeling so low | |
| " This is much too good for the people" he said | |
| I said " don' t people have minds of their own?" | |
| Shooting to the top, be a great tin god | |
| Then plummet to obscurity well, | |
| And its better that you agree | |
| In this best of best industries | |
| And it' s better not to presume | |
| Or it' s you that we will consume. |