Song | Sci-Finance (Revisited) |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | In a Foreign Town |
作词 : Hammill | |
You got some shares, it's a capital venture, | |
you hedge your bets with a gilt-edged bond, | |
you're stretched out tight by the terms of debenture, | |
the game is on. | |
You got a fortune on paper, | |
how it shines on the VDU! | |
The simple truth is that sooner or later | |
the market plays you. | |
There goes the daylight! | |
Night comes on the city so soon. | |
In the dance of the typical capitalists | |
what piper plays the tune? | |
Money's ideal, money's power, | |
money's the drive that's more than skin-deep, | |
hard at work through the twenty-four hours – | |
oh, but money's never cheap. | |
You made some pretty deals, I hear you say, | |
Judas and Faust are squeaky clean... | |
when the last of the deals have been cleared away | |
what comes up on the screen? | |
There goes the daylight – | |
night comes on the city so soon. | |
In the dance of the typical capitalists | |
what piper plays the tune? | |
Only the money. | |
But the deal includes us: | |
We put ourselves into the stocks; | |
when we built up the temple of the money-god | |
we opened up Pandora's box. | |
There goes the daylight, | |
now there is silence on the floor, | |
only money-computers chatter privately, | |
no people any more. | |
No people any more, | |
only the money, only the money, | |
Is that what you want? | |
Is that it? | |
There goes the daylight. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
You got some shares, it' s a capital venture, | |
you hedge your bets with a giltedged bond, | |
you' re stretched out tight by the terms of debenture, | |
the game is on. | |
You got a fortune on paper, | |
how it shines on the VDU! | |
The simple truth is that sooner or later | |
the market plays you. | |
There goes the daylight! | |
Night comes on the city so soon. | |
In the dance of the typical capitalists | |
what piper plays the tune? | |
Money' s ideal, money' s power, | |
money' s the drive that' s more than skindeep, | |
hard at work through the twentyfour hours | |
oh, but money' s never cheap. | |
You made some pretty deals, I hear you say, | |
Judas and Faust are squeaky clean... | |
when the last of the deals have been cleared away | |
what comes up on the screen? | |
There goes the daylight | |
night comes on the city so soon. | |
In the dance of the typical capitalists | |
what piper plays the tune? | |
Only the money. | |
But the deal includes us: | |
We put ourselves into the stocks | |
when we built up the temple of the moneygod | |
we opened up Pandora' s box. | |
There goes the daylight, | |
now there is silence on the floor, | |
only moneycomputers chatter privately, | |
no people any more. | |
No people any more, | |
only the money, only the money, | |
Is that what you want? | |
Is that it? | |
There goes the daylight. |