Song | Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards |
Artist | Billy Bragg |
Album | Workers Playtime |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bragg | |
It may have been camelot for jack and jacqueline | |
But on the che guevara highway filling up with gasoline | |
Fidel castro's brother spies a rich lady who's crying | |
Over luxury's disappointment | |
So he walks over and he's trying | |
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her | |
That the third world is just around the corner | |
In the soviet union a scientist is blinded | |
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded | |
That dr robert oppenheimer's optimism fell | |
At the first hurdle | |
In the cheese pavilion and the only noise i hear | |
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs | |
And mopping up spilt beer | |
And someone asking questions and basking in the light | |
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer | |
Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is | |
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses | |
While looking down the corridor | |
Out to where the van is waiting | |
I'm looking for the great leap forwards | |
Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted | |
Even after closing time there's still parties to be hosted | |
You can be active with the activists | |
Or sleep in with the sleepers | |
While you're waiting for the great leap forwards | |
One leap forward, two leaps back | |
Will politics get me the sack? | |
Here comes the future and you can't run from it | |
If you've got a blacklist i want to be on it | |
It's a mighty long way down rock 'n roll | |
From top of the pops to drawing the dole | |
If no one seems to understand | |
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman | |
In a perfect world we'd all sing in tune | |
But this is reality so give me some room | |
So join the struggle while you may | |
The revolution is just a t-shirt away | |
Waiting for the great leap forwards |
zuo ci : Bragg | |
It may have been camelot for jack and jacqueline | |
But on the che guevara highway filling up with gasoline | |
Fidel castro' s brother spies a rich lady who' s crying | |
Over luxury' s disappointment | |
So he walks over and he' s trying | |
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her | |
That the third world is just around the corner | |
In the soviet union a scientist is blinded | |
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded | |
That dr robert oppenheimer' s optimism fell | |
At the first hurdle | |
In the cheese pavilion and the only noise i hear | |
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs | |
And mopping up spilt beer | |
And someone asking questions and basking in the light | |
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer | |
Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is | |
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses | |
While looking down the corridor | |
Out to where the van is waiting | |
I' m looking for the great leap forwards | |
Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted | |
Even after closing time there' s still parties to be hosted | |
You can be active with the activists | |
Or sleep in with the sleepers | |
While you' re waiting for the great leap forwards | |
One leap forward, two leaps back | |
Will politics get me the sack? | |
Here comes the future and you can' t run from it | |
If you' ve got a blacklist i want to be on it | |
It' s a mighty long way down rock ' n roll | |
From top of the pops to drawing the dole | |
If no one seems to understand | |
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman | |
In a perfect world we' d all sing in tune | |
But this is reality so give me some room | |
So join the struggle while you may | |
The revolution is just a tshirt away | |
Waiting for the great leap forwards |
zuò cí : Bragg | |
It may have been camelot for jack and jacqueline | |
But on the che guevara highway filling up with gasoline | |
Fidel castro' s brother spies a rich lady who' s crying | |
Over luxury' s disappointment | |
So he walks over and he' s trying | |
To sympathise with her but he thinks that he should warn her | |
That the third world is just around the corner | |
In the soviet union a scientist is blinded | |
By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded | |
That dr robert oppenheimer' s optimism fell | |
At the first hurdle | |
In the cheese pavilion and the only noise i hear | |
Is the sound of someone stacking chairs | |
And mopping up spilt beer | |
And someone asking questions and basking in the light | |
Of the fifteen fame filled minutes of the fanzine writer | |
Mixing pop and politics he asks me what the use is | |
I offer him embarrassment and my usual excuses | |
While looking down the corridor | |
Out to where the van is waiting | |
I' m looking for the great leap forwards | |
Jumble sales are organised and pamphlets have been posted | |
Even after closing time there' s still parties to be hosted | |
You can be active with the activists | |
Or sleep in with the sleepers | |
While you' re waiting for the great leap forwards | |
One leap forward, two leaps back | |
Will politics get me the sack? | |
Here comes the future and you can' t run from it | |
If you' ve got a blacklist i want to be on it | |
It' s a mighty long way down rock ' n roll | |
From top of the pops to drawing the dole | |
If no one seems to understand | |
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman | |
In a perfect world we' d all sing in tune | |
But this is reality so give me some room | |
So join the struggle while you may | |
The revolution is just a tshirt away | |
Waiting for the great leap forwards |