| Song | Elegant Chaos |
| Artist | Julian Cope |
| Album | World Shut Your Mouth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cope | |
| Busy at home | |
| I was happy for a while | |
| But the joke is over | |
| Looking down | |
| At the carefully laid out infamy | |
| Take a scythe, take a scythe, | |
| To the rotting core | |
| Of man-vegetaton | |
| Now I sigh | |
| At the cool cool attitude to ignorance | |
| The look in your eye | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| Shouting "ha" | |
| Was I forced into this? | |
| Or was it given to me? | |
| It's a nice idea - | |
| As a gift | |
| Or as something to try for a while | |
| 70 years? | |
| It's neither one thing nor the other | |
| My big fear | |
| Is to dig it at last | |
| And have it taken away | |
| The look in your eyes | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| It's not a problem of secrecy | |
| I take it in my stride | |
| Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? | |
| Faces to the glass | |
| I see them televise my death | |
| Oh, and here comes the part | |
| Where I break down and cry. | |
| People I see | |
| Just remind me of mooing | |
| Like a cow on the grass | |
| And that's not to say | |
| That there's anything wrong | |
| With being a cow anyway | |
| But people are people | |
| With the added advantage | |
| Of the spoken word | |
| We're getting on fine | |
| But I feel more of a man | |
| When I get with the herd. |
| zuo qu : Cope | |
| Busy at home | |
| I was happy for a while | |
| But the joke is over | |
| Looking down | |
| At the carefully laid out infamy | |
| Take a scythe, take a scythe, | |
| To the rotting core | |
| Of manvegetaton | |
| Now I sigh | |
| At the cool cool attitude to ignorance | |
| The look in your eye | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| Shouting " ha" | |
| Was I forced into this? | |
| Or was it given to me? | |
| It' s a nice idea | |
| As a gift | |
| Or as something to try for a while | |
| 70 years? | |
| It' s neither one thing nor the other | |
| My big fear | |
| Is to dig it at last | |
| And have it taken away | |
| The look in your eyes | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| It' s not a problem of secrecy | |
| I take it in my stride | |
| Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? | |
| Faces to the glass | |
| I see them televise my death | |
| Oh, and here comes the part | |
| Where I break down and cry. | |
| People I see | |
| Just remind me of mooing | |
| Like a cow on the grass | |
| And that' s not to say | |
| That there' s anything wrong | |
| With being a cow anyway | |
| But people are people | |
| With the added advantage | |
| Of the spoken word | |
| We' re getting on fine | |
| But I feel more of a man | |
| When I get with the herd. |
| zuò qǔ : Cope | |
| Busy at home | |
| I was happy for a while | |
| But the joke is over | |
| Looking down | |
| At the carefully laid out infamy | |
| Take a scythe, take a scythe, | |
| To the rotting core | |
| Of manvegetaton | |
| Now I sigh | |
| At the cool cool attitude to ignorance | |
| The look in your eye | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| Shouting " ha" | |
| Was I forced into this? | |
| Or was it given to me? | |
| It' s a nice idea | |
| As a gift | |
| Or as something to try for a while | |
| 70 years? | |
| It' s neither one thing nor the other | |
| My big fear | |
| Is to dig it at last | |
| And have it taken away | |
| The look in your eyes | |
| When you gave this to me | |
| Just put me on my guard | |
| In this elegant chaos | |
| I stand to one side | |
| It' s not a problem of secrecy | |
| I take it in my stride | |
| Did I learn to breathe to be killed like this? | |
| Faces to the glass | |
| I see them televise my death | |
| Oh, and here comes the part | |
| Where I break down and cry. | |
| People I see | |
| Just remind me of mooing | |
| Like a cow on the grass | |
| And that' s not to say | |
| That there' s anything wrong | |
| With being a cow anyway | |
| But people are people | |
| With the added advantage | |
| Of the spoken word | |
| We' re getting on fine | |
| But I feel more of a man | |
| When I get with the herd. |