歌曲 | The Musical Box |
歌手 | Genesis |
专辑 | Genesis 1970-1975 |
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Written:Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford/Phillips | |
While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor (8) was playing croquet with | |
Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William (9), sweet-smiling Cynthia raised | |
her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks | |
later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical | |
box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play, | |
a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not for | |
long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, | |
leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through | |
him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill | |
his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate | |
the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the | |
bearded child, destroying both. | |
Play me Old King Cole | |
That I may join with you, | |
All your hearts now seem so far from me | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
And the nurse will tell you lies | |
Of a kingdom beyond the skies. | |
But I am lost within this half-world, | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Just a little bit, | |
Just a little bit more time, | |
Time left to live out my life. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, | |
And a merry old soul was he. | |
So he called for his pipe, | |
And he called for his bowl, | |
And he called for his fiddlers three. | |
But the clock, tick-tock, | |
On the mantlepiece - | |
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, | |
Her warmth... | |
She's a lady, she's got time, | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. | |
She's a lady, she is mine. | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. | |
I've been waiting here for so long | |
And all this time has passed me by | |
It doesn't seem to matter now | |
You stand there with your fixed expression | |
Casting doubt on all I have to say. | |
Why don't you touch me, touch me, | |
Why don't you touch me, touch me, | |
Touch me now, now, now, now, now... |
Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford Phillips | |
While Henry HamiltonSmythe minor 8 was playing croquet with | |
Cynthia Jane De BlaiseWilliam 9, sweetsmiling Cynthia raised | |
her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry' s head. Two weeks | |
later, in Henry' s nursery, she discovered his treasured musical | |
box. Eagerly she opened it and as " Old King Cole" began to play, | |
a small spirit figure appeared. Henry had returned but not for | |
long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, | |
leaving a child' s mind inside. A lifetime' s desires surged through | |
him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill | |
his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate | |
the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the | |
bearded child, destroying both. | |
Play me Old King Cole | |
That I may join with you, | |
All your hearts now seem so far from me | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
And the nurse will tell you lies | |
Of a kingdom beyond the skies. | |
But I am lost within this halfworld, | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Just a little bit, | |
Just a little bit more time, | |
Time left to live out my life. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, | |
And a merry old soul was he. | |
So he called for his pipe, | |
And he called for his bowl, | |
And he called for his fiddlers three. | |
But the clock, ticktock, | |
On the mantlepiece | |
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, | |
Her warmth... | |
She' s a lady, she' s got time, | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. | |
She' s a lady, she is mine. | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. | |
I' ve been waiting here for so long | |
And all this time has passed me by | |
It doesn' t seem to matter now | |
You stand there with your fixed expression | |
Casting doubt on all I have to say. | |
Why don' t you touch me, touch me, | |
Why don' t you touch me, touch me, | |
Touch me now, now, now, now, now... |
Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford Phillips | |
While Henry HamiltonSmythe minor 8 was playing croquet with | |
Cynthia Jane De BlaiseWilliam 9, sweetsmiling Cynthia raised | |
her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry' s head. Two weeks | |
later, in Henry' s nursery, she discovered his treasured musical | |
box. Eagerly she opened it and as " Old King Cole" began to play, | |
a small spirit figure appeared. Henry had returned but not for | |
long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, | |
leaving a child' s mind inside. A lifetime' s desires surged through | |
him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill | |
his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate | |
the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the | |
bearded child, destroying both. | |
Play me Old King Cole | |
That I may join with you, | |
All your hearts now seem so far from me | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
And the nurse will tell you lies | |
Of a kingdom beyond the skies. | |
But I am lost within this halfworld, | |
It hardly seems to matter now. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Just a little bit, | |
Just a little bit more time, | |
Time left to live out my life. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Play me my song. | |
Here it comes again. | |
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, | |
And a merry old soul was he. | |
So he called for his pipe, | |
And he called for his bowl, | |
And he called for his fiddlers three. | |
But the clock, ticktock, | |
On the mantlepiece | |
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch, | |
Her warmth... | |
She' s a lady, she' s got time, | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face. | |
She' s a lady, she is mine. | |
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh. | |
I' ve been waiting here for so long | |
And all this time has passed me by | |
It doesn' t seem to matter now | |
You stand there with your fixed expression | |
Casting doubt on all I have to say. | |
Why don' t you touch me, touch me, | |
Why don' t you touch me, touch me, | |
Touch me now, now, now, now, now... |