Just A Bit 歌词
| 歌曲 | Just A Bit |
| 歌手 | Robert Wyatt |
| 专辑 | Cuckooland |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Faith may not be such a bad thing. | |
| Hope can still feel pretty good. | |
| I'm as mad as any hatter, | |
| I feel safer touching wood. | |
| I like totem poles and icons | |
| (icon tact is de rigeur). | |
| So ring dem bells and pump that organ, | |
| chants for him and hymns for her. | |
| 'Bracadabra hocus locus, | |
| magic mush, no room for doubt | |
| as wailing walls induce psychosis | |
| (beat your braincells inside out). | |
| Transcendental art's religion, | |
| thinking you'll improve your mind, | |
| when all it does (if you're in luck) | |
| is camouflage the daily grind. | |
| Nature's harmony's a discord | |
| if you listen with both ears. | |
| Poor Gaia's up to here in white noise. | |
| She cannot assuage your fears. | |
| Superstition's like religion; | |
| bonsai version – faintly sad. | |
| And I know that (I must admit it) | |
| touching wood is just a bit mad. |
| Faith may not be such a bad thing. | |
| Hope can still feel pretty good. | |
| I' m as mad as any hatter, | |
| I feel safer touching wood. | |
| I like totem poles and icons | |
| icon tact is de rigeur. | |
| So ring dem bells and pump that organ, | |
| chants for him and hymns for her. | |
| ' Bracadabra hocus locus, | |
| magic mush, no room for doubt | |
| as wailing walls induce psychosis | |
| beat your braincells inside out. | |
| Transcendental art' s religion, | |
| thinking you' ll improve your mind, | |
| when all it does if you' re in luck | |
| is camouflage the daily grind. | |
| Nature' s harmony' s a discord | |
| if you listen with both ears. | |
| Poor Gaia' s up to here in white noise. | |
| She cannot assuage your fears. | |
| Superstition' s like religion | |
| bonsai version faintly sad. | |
| And I know that I must admit it | |
| touching wood is just a bit mad. |
| Faith may not be such a bad thing. | |
| Hope can still feel pretty good. | |
| I' m as mad as any hatter, | |
| I feel safer touching wood. | |
| I like totem poles and icons | |
| icon tact is de rigeur. | |
| So ring dem bells and pump that organ, | |
| chants for him and hymns for her. | |
| ' Bracadabra hocus locus, | |
| magic mush, no room for doubt | |
| as wailing walls induce psychosis | |
| beat your braincells inside out. | |
| Transcendental art' s religion, | |
| thinking you' ll improve your mind, | |
| when all it does if you' re in luck | |
| is camouflage the daily grind. | |
| Nature' s harmony' s a discord | |
| if you listen with both ears. | |
| Poor Gaia' s up to here in white noise. | |
| She cannot assuage your fears. | |
| Superstition' s like religion | |
| bonsai version faintly sad. | |
| And I know that I must admit it | |
| touching wood is just a bit mad. |
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