Song | Jargon King |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | The Margin + |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
He prescribes the subject | |
he proscribes outsiders | |
his terms have a golden ring. | |
He wants to find some order | |
quantifying chaos | |
in words that all the children sing. | |
He tabulates the lexicon | |
vocabulary minimised | |
bow down to the Jargon King. | |
All questions become so simple | |
if we eat the inane answer | |
if we all agree to ju-ju speak | |
we fit into the formula | |
we all without exception | |
approve the rule. | |
We don't understand | |
he must be clever | |
he must be clever | |
he must be right | |
he must be right | |
we don't understand | |
Closed the ranks and barricades | |
imposed the secret language | |
complexity all catch-phrased | |
word-drugged any anguish | |
pigeon-holed allusions | |
shut the vault behind us | |
It's an obvious conclusion | |
we'll be the chattels of His Highness. | |
Bow down to the Jargon King | |
and his minion code-words. | |
Here comes the reign |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
He prescribes the subject | |
he proscribes outsiders | |
his terms have a golden ring. | |
He wants to find some order | |
quantifying chaos | |
in words that all the children sing. | |
He tabulates the lexicon | |
vocabulary minimised | |
bow down to the Jargon King. | |
All questions become so simple | |
if we eat the inane answer | |
if we all agree to juju speak | |
we fit into the formula | |
we all without exception | |
approve the rule. | |
We don' t understand | |
he must be clever | |
he must be clever | |
he must be right | |
he must be right | |
we don' t understand | |
Closed the ranks and barricades | |
imposed the secret language | |
complexity all catchphrased | |
worddrugged any anguish | |
pigeonholed allusions | |
shut the vault behind us | |
It' s an obvious conclusion | |
we' ll be the chattels of His Highness. | |
Bow down to the Jargon King | |
and his minion codewords. | |
Here comes the reign |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
He prescribes the subject | |
he proscribes outsiders | |
his terms have a golden ring. | |
He wants to find some order | |
quantifying chaos | |
in words that all the children sing. | |
He tabulates the lexicon | |
vocabulary minimised | |
bow down to the Jargon King. | |
All questions become so simple | |
if we eat the inane answer | |
if we all agree to juju speak | |
we fit into the formula | |
we all without exception | |
approve the rule. | |
We don' t understand | |
he must be clever | |
he must be clever | |
he must be right | |
he must be right | |
we don' t understand | |
Closed the ranks and barricades | |
imposed the secret language | |
complexity all catchphrased | |
worddrugged any anguish | |
pigeonholed allusions | |
shut the vault behind us | |
It' s an obvious conclusion | |
we' ll be the chattels of His Highness. | |
Bow down to the Jargon King | |
and his minion codewords. | |
Here comes the reign |