| [00:00.000] |
作曲 : David Kennan |
| [00:01.000] |
作词 : David Kennan |
| [00:06.070] |
Handel tree, handel tree |
| [00:25.611] |
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me |
| [00:29.517] |
About a man who got even with God |
| [00:33.251] |
Sat in hyperactive London's cold Central Station |
| [00:37.449] |
The city began sleeping like a dog |
| [00:39.983] |
|
| [00:41.637] |
Then a tramp with one eye placed his hand on my thigh |
| [00:45.153] |
I said, "Hold it. Pick a window. You're leaving." |
| [00:49.194] |
"Oh, do forgive me," he sighed |
| [00:51.469] |
"I was a fan in my prime." |
| [00:53.261] |
He must've thought I was somebody else |
| [00:56.187] |
|
| [00:57.192] |
Here's to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts |
| [01:05.220] |
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind |
| [01:09.240] |
Interest me the most |
| [01:11.132] |
|
| [01:15.498] |
On a street you've never heard of there's a wooden piano |
| [01:19.329] |
On its last legs in a last chance saloon |
| [01:23.370] |
It is manned by a drunkard who is dripping with poetry |
| [01:27.545] |
Sitting stupefied, nailed to the stool |
| [01:31.307] |
The man catches my gaze then produces this page |
| [01:35.202] |
From his waistcoat with a slip disk smile |
| [01:39.391] |
"Look boy, here is my last known correspondence with Christ." |
| [01:43.145] |
I tried to read it, but my glasses were filthy |
| [01:47.617] |
|
| [01:49.386] |
Here's to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts |
| [01:57.182] |
It's the ones who seem destined to get left behind |
| [02:01.291] |
Interest me the most |
| [02:05.214] |
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum |
| [02:08.960] |
That was carried through the welcoming parade |
| [02:13.197] |
And I'd give all I have |
| [02:15.211] |
Sure, I'd give all I have |
| [02:17.274] |
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rain |
| [02:20.944] |
|
| [02:23.134] |
Past the government housing, right off Donaldson road |
| [02:27.686] |
Open collars and open hearts |
| [02:31.429] |
They swap anorexic lyrics for pyrotechnic rhymes |
| [02:35.805] |
As car lights knife their way through the dark |
| [02:40.169] |
Then this feeling persists |
| [02:42.193] |
We as people exist in a state of anticipation |
| [02:46.764] |
|
| [02:48.195] |
You know it comes at a cost |
| [02:50.266] |
Or so the great unwashed have informed me |
| [02:53.044] |
And I tend to believe them these days |
| [02:56.914] |
|
| [02:58.199] |
Here's to the fathers of the lost sons and the unholy ghosts |
| [03:06.237] |
It's the ones that seem destined to get left behind |
| [03:10.285] |
Interest me the most |
| [03:14.108] |
I am the prodigal son, resting his head on the drum |
| [03:18.292] |
That was carried through the welcoming parade |
| [03:22.189] |
And I'd give all I have |
| [03:24.294] |
I would give all I have |
| [03:26.338] |
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rain |
| [03:31.252] |
|
| [03:58.020] |
Strip me bare, let me wash in the rain |
| [04:04.049] |
Or something freeing like that anyway |
| [04:06.912] |
|
| [04:16.467] |
I was gifted a book by somebody who loved me |
| [04:20.794] |
About a man who got even with God |
