Song | The Future Now |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | Room Temperature |
作词 : Hammill | |
Here we are, static in the latter half | |
of the twentieth century | |
but it might as well be the Middle Ages, | |
there'll have to be some changes | |
but how they'll come about foxes me. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to hold it in my hands; | |
all men equal and unbowed, | |
I want the Promised Land. | |
But that doesn't seem to get any closer, | |
and Moses has had his day... | |
the tablets of law are an advertising poster, | |
civilisation here to stay | |
and this is progress? You must be joking! | |
Me, I'm looking for any kind of hope. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to see it on the screen, | |
I want to break the bounds | |
that make our lives so mean. | |
Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred | |
of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed, | |
these scream from the pages of everything I read. | |
You just bring me oppression and torture, | |
apartheid, corruption and plague; | |
you just bring me the rape of the planet | |
and joke world rights at the Hague. | |
Oh, someday the Millennium! | |
But how far is someday away? | |
I want the future now | |
I'm young, and it's my right. | |
I want a reason to be proud. | |
I want to see the light. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to see it on the screen, | |
I want to break the bounds: | |
make life worth more than dreams. | |
Yeah, wake up the planet! |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
Here we are, static in the latter half | |
of the twentieth century | |
but it might as well be the Middle Ages, | |
there' ll have to be some changes | |
but how they' ll come about foxes me. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to hold it in my hands | |
all men equal and unbowed, | |
I want the Promised Land. | |
But that doesn' t seem to get any closer, | |
and Moses has had his day... | |
the tablets of law are an advertising poster, | |
civilisation here to stay | |
and this is progress? You must be joking! | |
Me, I' m looking for any kind of hope. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to see it on the screen, | |
I want to break the bounds | |
that make our lives so mean. | |
Oh, blind, blinded, blinding hatred | |
of race, sex, religion, colour, country and creed, | |
these scream from the pages of everything I read. | |
You just bring me oppression and torture, | |
apartheid, corruption and plague | |
you just bring me the rape of the planet | |
and joke world rights at the Hague. | |
Oh, someday the Millennium! | |
But how far is someday away? | |
I want the future now | |
I' m young, and it' s my right. | |
I want a reason to be proud. | |
I want to see the light. | |
I want the future now, | |
I want to see it on the screen, | |
I want to break the bounds: | |
make life worth more than dreams. | |
Yeah, wake up the planet! |