[00:00.00] 作词 : Sopor Aeternus
[00:51.47]I know one Day my Prince will come,
[00:57.43]no need for him to be well hung:
[01:03.43]He will have other Qualities,
[01:09.45]some of which you have ... never seen ...before.
[01:15.56]I struggled in my girlish mind
[01:21.36]trying so hard to dream up my only Mister Right...
[01:27.37]But not a single vision ever came to me...
[01:33.57]such is the Love that is not meant to be...
[01:45.39]Oh, illusive, Amphibian,
[01:49.76]in on a poisonous scheme,
[01:54.05]in his inditrious house
[01:58.70]dwells the old Sham of a Beast;
[02:02.61]beware, the walls are made of glass...
[02:06.84]oh yes, all here imitates Life,
[02:10.90]and the Symptoms of your Sadness
[02:15.22]are the Key to this place...
[02:54.73]There are two precious holes left in the transparent lif,
[03:03.27]once, in a gesture of Hope, glued to the Barrel's sharpest Edge;
[03:10.96]the larger one of the Tunnles allows the channeled Waters to flow,
[03:20.02]because the other One's the Exit Door where the air comes and goes...
[04:06.49]The Bubbles of the spectacle
[04:11.43]unfold their Magic, obscene,
[04:15.82]the offered rivers all turn lethal
[04:19.91]as the large Frog disappears, through Veils of sickest Transformation,
[04:27.79]the oldest of all gestures is born;
[04:33.03]the Miniature of a Prince appears and He is dancing on the Crystal floor...
[05:18.67]It is imperative now
[05:22.89]to empty your bladder and your bowls,
[05:28.71]in only 3 glorious Days the Prince, he stretcyes & GROWS,
[05:37.32]all to It s pre-destined size, bearing Love's promise of Life;
[05:46.69]through the disease of a toy we face our secret Desire.
[05:55.96]I know... one day my prince will come,
[06:00.24]no need for him to be well hung,
[06:04.76]He will have other Qualities,
[06:09.12]a whole Bouguet of Flowers yet unseen before.
[06:13.58]I struggled in my girlish mind
[06:17.79]trying... oh,so hard... to dream up my own Mister Right...
[06:21.99]But not a single vision ever came to me...
[06:26.51]as I was polishing the armoury.
[06:32.95]Gone is the fragile Beauty the good Fairies have called,
[06:42.63]once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores,
[06:51.97]grown into oddless angler, all distorted & wrong,
[07:01.22]so grotesque beyond comprehension,
[07:06.32]a royal Dick tries to come...