歌曲 | The NWRA |
歌手 | The Fall |
专辑 | Grotesque (After the Gramme) |
作词 : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith | |
When it happened we walked through all the estates, from | |
Manchester right to, er, | |
Newcastle. | |
In Darlington, helped a large man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and stuff through his flat window. | |
She had a way with people like that. | |
Thanked us and we moved on. ' | |
Junior Choice' played one morning. | |
The song was ' | |
English Scheme.' | |
Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. | |
How they did it | |
I don't know. | |
DJs had worsened since the rising. | |
Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices. | |
I was mad, and laughed at the same time. | |
The West German government had brought over large yellow trains on | |
Teeside docks. | |
In Edinburgh. | |
I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the | |
Queen Mother hit town. | |
I'm Joe Totale | |
The yet unborn son | |
The North will rise again | |
The North will rise again | |
Not in 10,000 years | |
Too many people cower to criminals | |
And government crap | |
The estates stick up like stacks | |
The North will rise again | |
X4 Look where you are | |
Look where you are | |
The future death of my father | |
Shift! Tony was a business friend | |
Of RT XVII | |
I And was an opportunist man | |
Come, come hear my story | |
How he set out to corrupt and destroy | |
This future | |
Rising The business friend came round today | |
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck | |
I threw him to the ground | |
His blue shirt stained red | |
The north will rise again. | |
He said you are mistaken, friend | |
I kicked him out of the home | |
Too many people cower to criminals | |
And that government pap | |
When all it takes is hard slap | |
But out the window burned the roads | |
There were men with bees on sticks | |
The fall had made them sick | |
A man with butterflies on his face | |
His brother threw acid in his face | |
His tatoos were screwed | |
The streets of | |
Soho did reverberate | |
With drunken | |
Highland men | |
Revenge for | |
Culloden dead | |
The North had rose again | |
But it would turn out wrong | |
The North will rise again | |
So R. Totale dwells underground | |
Away from sickly grind | |
With ostrich head-dress | |
Face a mess, covered in feathers | |
Orange-red with blue-black lines | |
That draped down to his chest | |
Body are a tentacle mess | |
And light blue plant-heads | |
TV showed | |
Sam Chippendale | |
No conception of what he'd made | |
The Arndale had been razed | |
Shop staff knocked off their ladders | |
Security guards hung from moving escalators | |
And now that is said | |
Tony seized the control | |
He built his base in | |
Edinburgh | |
Had on his hotel wall | |
A hooded friar on a tractor | |
He took a bluey and he called | |
Totale Who said, "the North has rose again" | |
But it will turn out wrong | |
When I was in cabaret | |
I vowed to defend | |
All of the | |
English clergy | |
Though they have done wrong | |
And the fall has begun | |
This has got out of hand | |
I will go for foreign aid | |
But he Tony, laughed down the phone | |
Said "Totale go back to bed" | |
The North has rose today | |
And you can stuff your aid! | |
And you can stuff your aid! |
zuò cí : Hanley, Scanlon, Smith | |
When it happened we walked through all the estates, from | |
Manchester right to, er, | |
Newcastle. | |
In Darlington, helped a large man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and stuff through his flat window. | |
She had a way with people like that. | |
Thanked us and we moved on. ' | |
Junior Choice' played one morning. | |
The song was ' | |
English Scheme.' | |
Mine. They' d changed it with a grand piano and turned it into a love song. | |
How they did it | |
I don' t know. | |
DJs had worsened since the rising. | |
Elaborating on nothing in praise of the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone voices. | |
I was mad, and laughed at the same time. | |
The West German government had brought over large yellow trains on | |
Teeside docks. | |
In Edinburgh. | |
I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about in the, er, pissing rain, before the | |
Queen Mother hit town. | |
I' m Joe Totale | |
The yet unborn son | |
The North will rise again | |
The North will rise again | |
Not in 10, 000 years | |
Too many people cower to criminals | |
And government crap | |
The estates stick up like stacks | |
The North will rise again | |
X4 Look where you are | |
Look where you are | |
The future death of my father | |
Shift! Tony was a business friend | |
Of RT XVII | |
I And was an opportunist man | |
Come, come hear my story | |
How he set out to corrupt and destroy | |
This future | |
Rising The business friend came round today | |
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck | |
I threw him to the ground | |
His blue shirt stained red | |
The north will rise again. | |
He said you are mistaken, friend | |
I kicked him out of the home | |
Too many people cower to criminals | |
And that government pap | |
When all it takes is hard slap | |
But out the window burned the roads | |
There were men with bees on sticks | |
The fall had made them sick | |
A man with butterflies on his face | |
His brother threw acid in his face | |
His tatoos were screwed | |
The streets of | |
Soho did reverberate | |
With drunken | |
Highland men | |
Revenge for | |
Culloden dead | |
The North had rose again | |
But it would turn out wrong | |
The North will rise again | |
So R. Totale dwells underground | |
Away from sickly grind | |
With ostrich headdress | |
Face a mess, covered in feathers | |
Orangered with blueblack lines | |
That draped down to his chest | |
Body are a tentacle mess | |
And light blue plantheads | |
TV showed | |
Sam Chippendale | |
No conception of what he' d made | |
The Arndale had been razed | |
Shop staff knocked off their ladders | |
Security guards hung from moving escalators | |
And now that is said | |
Tony seized the control | |
He built his base in | |
Edinburgh | |
Had on his hotel wall | |
A hooded friar on a tractor | |
He took a bluey and he called | |
Totale Who said, " the North has rose again" | |
But it will turn out wrong | |
When I was in cabaret | |
I vowed to defend | |
All of the | |
English clergy | |
Though they have done wrong | |
And the fall has begun | |
This has got out of hand | |
I will go for foreign aid | |
But he Tony, laughed down the phone | |
Said " Totale go back to bed" | |
The North has rose today | |
And you can stuff your aid! | |
And you can stuff your aid! |