Song | The Play's the Thing |
Artist | Peter Hammill |
Album | In a Foreign Town |
作词 : Hammill | |
How could he know so much? | |
How could he bear such knowledge? | |
How could he dare to write it in the plays? | |
What is it Shakespeare'd say | |
if he came back today? | |
Surely he'd recognize these mortal coils. | |
How do we carry on? | |
No-one knows where they fit in, | |
no-one knows who they are or where they've been. | |
What does the writer mean? | |
How do we play this scene? | |
What didn't Shakespeare know that we do now? | |
Stiffen the sinews, | |
wear hard-favour'd rage, | |
all history's drama, | |
the world is a stage. | |
"There is a history in all men's lives, | |
figuring the nature of the times deceas'd; | |
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, | |
with a near aim, of the main chance of things | |
as yet not come to life, which in their seeds | |
and weak beginnings lie intreasured. | |
Such things become the hatch and brood of time..." | |
Oh, but the show goes on, | |
on through the seven ages – | |
That of the world must mirror man's, in fact. | |
Here comes the seventh act, | |
see how the mirror's cracked, | |
here comes sans everything for humankind. | |
To capture the conscience | |
of nations and kings | |
all history's drama – | |
The play's the thing, | |
the play's the thing, | |
the play's the thing. | |
How could he know so much? |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
How could he know so much? | |
How could he bear such knowledge? | |
How could he dare to write it in the plays? | |
What is it Shakespeare' d say | |
if he came back today? | |
Surely he' d recognize these mortal coils. | |
How do we carry on? | |
Noone knows where they fit in, | |
noone knows who they are or where they' ve been. | |
What does the writer mean? | |
How do we play this scene? | |
What didn' t Shakespeare know that we do now? | |
Stiffen the sinews, | |
wear hardfavour' d rage, | |
all history' s drama, | |
the world is a stage. | |
" There is a history in all men' s lives, | |
figuring the nature of the times deceas' d | |
The which observ' d, a man may prophesy, | |
with a near aim, of the main chance of things | |
as yet not come to life, which in their seeds | |
and weak beginnings lie intreasured. | |
Such things become the hatch and brood of time..." | |
Oh, but the show goes on, | |
on through the seven ages | |
That of the world must mirror man' s, in fact. | |
Here comes the seventh act, | |
see how the mirror' s cracked, | |
here comes sans everything for humankind. | |
To capture the conscience | |
of nations and kings | |
all history' s drama | |
The play' s the thing, | |
the play' s the thing, | |
the play' s the thing. | |
How could he know so much? |