[00:00.00] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[00:09.11]It could be seconds, it could be minutes,
[00:13.62]or on a good day maybe an hour
[00:19.46]after I awake all my senses start to ache...
[00:27.18]always the same strangling shame
[00:33.32]visited down upon my brain each morning:
[00:39.99]My soul is sick - a herring-gull in an oilslick.
[00:48.33]I don't feel up to it but we're off
[00:52.48]to an old pal's wedding in the Lakes.
[00:55.97]Following a flask of coffee up blustery Catbells
[01:01.44]we arrive late for the bird-of-prey display.
[01:06.49]An eagle-owl swoops an inch above the ducking guests.
[01:12.78]The feathered cleaver of its wing hews clouds of our breath.
[01:19.00]It tears apart the abandoned body of a mouse
[01:25.13]and I feel nothing.
[01:28.18]Mountains of fingerfood, flutes of fizz,
[01:33.40]billowing bunting... My self-loathing is
[01:39.38]a purseful of bile whose drawstrings are this cheery smile.
[01:45.98]"How've you been getting on?"
[01:48.74]Sausage rolls and vol-au-vents
[01:52.12]"What've you been up to?"
[01:54.67]Tiny cheese scones.
[01:57.69]"Where are you living these days?"
[02:00.67]Yellow crumbs on silver trays.
[02:03.73]Here comes the bride all dressed in white,
[02:08.57]wraith-like father at her side,
[02:12.63]to the strains of 'All I Have To Do Is Dream'
[02:18.45]and a baby's bone-chilling scream.
[02:22.56]Waddling down the aisle comes a Golden Retriever
[02:28.21]in a waistcoat and dickybow
[02:31.75]golden rings dangling from a length of golden string
[02:37.47]and a thread of drool swaying to and fro
[02:42.92]"I do, I do": Words like tiny fish tossed about in a swell
[02:49.77]of fierce confetti and the echoing of pre-recorded bells.
[02:55.77]You hook your arm in mine and reel me gently back towards myself...
[03:03.90]but I feel nothing.
[03:13.06]The best man's speech is pretty much a bleak,
[03:18.99]ham-fisted Powerpoint-presentation
[03:24.79]on the groom's former life
[03:28.53]of depravity and degradation.
[03:32.40]The dad-dancing is in full-swing.
[03:35.80]I'm at the buffet hoovering up the last of
[03:41.34]the corned-beef pie.
[03:43.74]I spot you chatting to some guy.
[03:47.37]I don't know who you are
[03:50.05]Pile of sick on the bar
[03:52.83]Polyester tie Jagerbomb
[03:56.24]Flashing lights
[03:58.26]Laddered tights
[04:00.67]A nasty fight
[04:02.83]Karaoke:
[04:05.12]Is it me who butchers 'My Heart
[04:10.51]Will Go On'???
[04:13.20]Hey let me out.
[04:15.54]Stop the car. I want to get out.
[04:19.49]Now wait, just calm down.
[04:22.86]Don't tell me to calm down.
[04:25.75]Please just calm down.
[04:28.18]I don't remember
[04:31.33]what we're even arguing about...
[04:36.56]but I feel - something.
[04:40.82]The fog hanging over
[04:44.82]Crummock Water
[04:48.33]is swelling with morning
[04:51.98]and Curlews calling.
[04:55.73]I rub the rheum from my eyes...
[05:01.07]There must be a road nearby.

作词 : Richard Dawson
作曲 : Richard Dawson
It could be seconds, it could be minutes,
or on a good day maybe an hour
after I awake all my senses start to ache...
always the same strangling shame
visited down upon my brain each morning:
My soul is sick - a herring-gull in an oilslick.
I don't feel up to it but we're off
to an old pal's wedding in the Lakes.
Following a flask of coffee up blustery Catbells
we arrive late for the bird-of-prey display.
An eagle-owl swoops an inch above the ducking guests.
The feathered cleaver of its wing hews clouds of our breath.
It tears apart the abandoned body of a mouse
and I feel nothing.
Mountains of fingerfood, flutes of fizz,
billowing bunting... My self-loathing is
a purseful of bile whose drawstrings are this cheery smile.
"How've you been getting on?"
Sausage rolls and vol-au-vents
"What've you been up to?"
Tiny cheese scones.
"Where are you living these days?"
Yellow crumbs on silver trays.
Here comes the bride all dressed in white,
wraith-like father at her side,
to the strains of 'All I Have To Do Is Dream'
and a baby's bone-chilling scream.
Waddling down the aisle comes a Golden Retriever
in a waistcoat and dickybow
golden rings dangling from a length of golden string
and a thread of drool swaying to and fro
"I do, I do": Words like tiny fish tossed about in a swell
of fierce confetti and the echoing of pre-recorded bells.
You hook your arm in mine and reel me gently back towards myself...
but I feel nothing.
The best man's speech is pretty much a bleak,
ham-fisted Powerpoint-presentation
on the groom's former life
of depravity and degradation.
The dad-dancing is in full-swing.
I'm at the buffet hoovering up the last of
the corned-beef pie.
I spot you chatting to some guy.
I don't know who you are
Pile of sick on the bar
Polyester tie Jagerbomb
Flashing lights
Laddered tights
A nasty fight
Karaoke:
Is it me who butchers 'My Heart
Will Go On'???
Hey let me out.
Stop the car. I want to get out.
Now wait, just calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
Please just calm down.
I don't remember
what we're even arguing about...
but I feel - something.
The fog hanging over
Crummock Water
is swelling with morning
and Curlews calling.
I rub the rheum from my eyes...
There must be a road nearby.