Song | Here Come the Talkies |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | What, Now? |
作词 : Hammill | |
Hair in the gate, let's take a minute | |
to find out where this character's lost his way... | |
unless I'm much mistaken I'm at the limit | |
of what I can and can't say. | |
Something untoward seems to be occurring, | |
the best that I can do is play along | |
for much as I deplore it the camera's still turning... | |
you don't have to be bad to be in the wrong, | |
you don't have to be bad to get it all wrong. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there's not much time... | |
What future bright is mine? | |
In the course of that scene you looked right through me, | |
though I was holding your attention as best I could. | |
I feel I'm dropping down the credits of my own movie... | |
Even when you're in the right you could be gone for good; | |
take a look at these shoes where the understudy stood. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there's not much time... | |
What future bright is mine? | |
With uncertainty as a constant companion | |
yeah you'll never be alone if you're open to your own self-doubt... | |
better let it out. | |
This is no time for you to stutter in dismay | |
as frame by frame all your references unlock; | |
wired up as anything, the future's on its way | |
like electricity, you judder with the shock. | |
You judder with the shock, | |
until you're utterly unblocked; | |
yeh, you judder with the shock. | |
Time to get a grip, we're all mummers in a freak show, | |
come on, read my lips and then maybe you'll acquire a different taste. | |
Take another tip, find a method in the madness... | |
when everything is stripped I see no fortune in your face. | |
Oh, look out! | |
Walking on the coals your star was never brighter, | |
good as solid gold, but that standard's not so relevant today – | |
typecast in the role, is your strength all in your silence? | |
Here come the talkies – what's that you say? | |
Fashion what you make from the clay of your experience; | |
you might deserve a break but the longer you go on the less it's fair; | |
you be sure to claim your stake, but the ground below you's shifted. | |
Just like Rudy as the Sheikh do you feel there's something alien in the air? | |
Here come the talkies, | |
obsolescence guaranteed; | |
here come the talkies, don't you see? | |
And you never thought you'd feel so absurd, | |
but now you're fluffing your famous last words... | |
Thank you and goodnight. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there's always time | |
to stand and fight your decline... | |
Hair in the gate, | |
that Klieg light, dim it. | |
Let's find out how this character acts at bay: | |
If he's strong in his belief there'll be no limit | |
to what he can and can't say, | |
to what he can and can't... | |
Fighting the light, | |
in tune with time... | |
what future bright will be mine? | |
Will, be mine. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
Hair in the gate, let' s take a minute | |
to find out where this character' s lost his way... | |
unless I' m much mistaken I' m at the limit | |
of what I can and can' t say. | |
Something untoward seems to be occurring, | |
the best that I can do is play along | |
for much as I deplore it the camera' s still turning... | |
you don' t have to be bad to be in the wrong, | |
you don' t have to be bad to get it all wrong. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there' s not much time... | |
What future bright is mine? | |
In the course of that scene you looked right through me, | |
though I was holding your attention as best I could. | |
I feel I' m dropping down the credits of my own movie... | |
Even when you' re in the right you could be gone for good | |
take a look at these shoes where the understudy stood. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there' s not much time... | |
What future bright is mine? | |
With uncertainty as a constant companion | |
yeah you' ll never be alone if you' re open to your own selfdoubt... | |
better let it out. | |
This is no time for you to stutter in dismay | |
as frame by frame all your references unlock | |
wired up as anything, the future' s on its way | |
like electricity, you judder with the shock. | |
You judder with the shock, | |
until you' re utterly unblocked | |
yeh, you judder with the shock. | |
Time to get a grip, we' re all mummers in a freak show, | |
come on, read my lips and then maybe you' ll acquire a different taste. | |
Take another tip, find a method in the madness... | |
when everything is stripped I see no fortune in your face. | |
Oh, look out! | |
Walking on the coals your star was never brighter, | |
good as solid gold, but that standard' s not so relevant today | |
typecast in the role, is your strength all in your silence? | |
Here come the talkies what' s that you say? | |
Fashion what you make from the clay of your experience | |
you might deserve a break but the longer you go on the less it' s fair | |
you be sure to claim your stake, but the ground below you' s shifted. | |
Just like Rudy as the Sheikh do you feel there' s something alien in the air? | |
Here come the talkies, | |
obsolescence guaranteed | |
here come the talkies, don' t you see? | |
And you never thought you' d feel so absurd, | |
but now you' re fluffing your famous last words... | |
Thank you and goodnight. | |
Fighting the light, | |
there' s always time | |
to stand and fight your decline... | |
Hair in the gate, | |
that Klieg light, dim it. | |
Let' s find out how this character acts at bay: | |
If he' s strong in his belief there' ll be no limit | |
to what he can and can' t say, | |
to what he can and can' t... | |
Fighting the light, | |
in tune with time... | |
what future bright will be mine? | |
Will, be mine. |