Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
you make all your animal deals and,
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away,
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play,
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels,
and your suntan does rapidly peel,
and your wise men don't know how it feels,
to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:,
I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water,
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other,
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling,
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding,
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:,
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service,
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -,
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam,
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with,
your rings upon your fingers,
and your downy little sidies,
and your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case,
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol,
who lets you bend the rules.
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
your super crooks,
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president,
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
They're all resting down in Cornwall,
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition,
of the Boy Scout Manual.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.661]Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
[00:23.050]I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
[00:37.400]So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
[00:42.217]you make all your animal deals and,
[00:46.485]your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
[01:03.588]And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away,
[01:11.142]in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
[01:18.767]The elastic retreat rings the close of play,
[01:26.183]as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
[01:33.613]But your new shoes are worn at the heels,
[01:37.959]and your suntan does rapidly peel,
[01:42.348]and your wise men don't know how it feels,
[01:49.624]to be thick as a brick.
[02:00.629]And the love that I feel is so far away:,
[02:09.102]I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
[02:18.532]and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
[02:39.830]Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
[03:07.714]See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
[03:14.835]There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
[03:23.593]We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
[06:07.452]The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water,
[06:12.955]as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
[06:18.870]The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other,
[06:24.147]as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
[06:30.208]The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling,
[06:35.737]but the master of the house is far away.
[06:41.387]The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding,
[06:46.898]in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
[06:52.375]And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
[06:59.126]And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
[07:04.913]Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
[09:19.577]The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
[09:24.890]where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:,
[09:31.014]the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
[09:36.624]and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
[09:42.140]The young men of the household have all gone into service,
[09:47.637]and are not to be expected for a year.
[09:53.187]The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -,
[09:58.514]has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
[10:04.054]And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
[10:10.915]And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
[10:16.598]Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
[11:19.405]What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
[11:28.143]And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
[11:36.702]No one to help you get up steam,
[11:44.780]and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
[13:15.475]I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
[13:22.597]My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
[13:44.262]So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
[13:51.593]just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
[15:25.818]Your bread and water's going cold.
[15:28.714]Your hair is too short and neat.
[15:32.963]I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
[16:34.883]You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
[16:38.997]you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
[16:43.320]And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
[16:47.214]But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
[17:41.158]I see you shuffle in the courtroom with,
[17:44.129]your rings upon your fingers,
[17:46.463]and your downy little sidies,
[17:49.272]and your silver-buckle shoes.
[17:54.835]Playing at the hard case,
[17:57.167]you follow the example of the comic-paper idol,
[18:02.250]who lets you bend the rules.
[18:39.288]Come on ye childhood heroes!
[18:41.831]Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
[18:45.555]your super crooks,
[18:47.123]and show us all the way.
[18:52.204]Well! Make your will and testament.
[18:55.085]Won't you? Join your local government.
[18:57.395]We'll have Superman for president,
[18:59.925]let Robin save the day.
[19:05.717]You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
[19:11.048]The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
[19:16.340]And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
[19:21.134]and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
[19:26.513]And you wonder who to call on.
[19:59.885]So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
[20:12.517]They're all resting down in Cornwall,
[20:14.457]writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition,
[20:20.492]of the Boy Scout Manual.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
you make all your animal deals and,
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away,
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play,
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels,
and your suntan does rapidly peel,
and your wise men don't know how it feels,
to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:,
I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water,
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other,
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling,
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding,
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:,
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service,
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -,
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam,
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with,
your rings upon your fingers,
and your downy little sidies,
and your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case,
you follow the example of the comic-paper idol,
who lets you bend the rules.
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
your super crooks,
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president,
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
They're all resting down in Cornwall,
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition,
of the Boy Scout Manual.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.661]Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
[00:23.050]I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
[00:37.400]So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
[00:42.217]you make all your animal deals and,
[00:46.485]your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
[01:03.588]And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away,
[01:11.142]in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
[01:18.767]The elastic retreat rings the close of play,
[01:26.183]as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
[01:33.613]But your new shoes are worn at the heels,
[01:37.959]and your suntan does rapidly peel,
[01:42.348]and your wise men don't know how it feels,
[01:49.624]to be thick as a brick.
[02:00.629]And the love that I feel is so far away:,
[02:09.102]I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
[02:18.532]and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
[02:39.830]Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
[03:07.714]See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
[03:14.835]There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
[03:23.593]We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
[06:07.452]The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water,
[06:12.955]as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
[06:18.870]The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other,
[06:24.147]as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
[06:30.208]The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling,
[06:35.737]but the master of the house is far away.
[06:41.387]The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding,
[06:46.898]in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
[06:52.375]And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
[06:59.126]And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
[07:04.913]Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
[09:19.577]The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
[09:24.890]where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:,
[09:31.014]the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
[09:36.624]and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
[09:42.140]The young men of the household have all gone into service,
[09:47.637]and are not to be expected for a year.
[09:53.187]The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -,
[09:58.514]has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
[10:04.054]And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
[10:10.915]And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
[10:16.598]Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
[11:19.405]What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
[11:28.143]And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
[11:36.702]No one to help you get up steam,
[11:44.780]and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
[13:15.475]I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
[13:22.597]My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
[13:44.262]So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
[13:51.593]just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
[15:25.818]Your bread and water's going cold.
[15:28.714]Your hair is too short and neat.
[15:32.963]I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
[16:34.883]You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
[16:38.997]you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
[16:43.320]And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
[16:47.214]But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
[17:41.158]I see you shuffle in the courtroom with,
[17:44.129]your rings upon your fingers,
[17:46.463]and your downy little sidies,
[17:49.272]and your silver-buckle shoes.
[17:54.835]Playing at the hard case,
[17:57.167]you follow the example of the comic-paper idol,
[18:02.250]who lets you bend the rules.
[18:39.288]Come on ye childhood heroes!
[18:41.831]Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
[18:45.555]your super crooks,
[18:47.123]and show us all the way.
[18:52.204]Well! Make your will and testament.
[18:55.085]Won't you? Join your local government.
[18:57.395]We'll have Superman for president,
[18:59.925]let Robin save the day.
[19:05.717]You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
[19:11.048]The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
[19:16.340]And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
[19:21.134]and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
[19:26.513]And you wonder who to call on.
[19:59.885]So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
[20:12.517]They're all resting down in Cornwall,
[20:14.457]writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition,
[20:20.492]of the Boy Scout Manual.
See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
We'll take the...
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car,
I'd take you along with me,
But you would not go so far,
Don't see what I do not want to see,
You ...
The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late,
So we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait.
But we all laugh so polite...
The critics falling over to tell themselves he's boring
And really not an awful lot of fun.
Well who the hell can he be when he's never had v.d.,
And ...
Salamander --- born in the sun-kissed flame.
Who was it lit your candle --- branded you with your name?
I see you walking by my window in your kensing...
Happy and i'm smiling,
Walk a mile to drink your water.
You know i'd love to love you,
And above you there's no other.
We'll go walking out
While othe...
in the shuffling madess
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all time loser,
headlong to his death.
he feels the piston scraping
steam breaking on his b...