Unrehearsed 歌词

歌曲	Unrehearsed
歌手	Peter Hammill
专辑	This
下载	Image LRC TXT

	Time for the unrehearsed entrance,
	show a leg you can break,
	down the cocktail
	while it's laughing at you for heaven's sake...
	I can't be your protector
	from these deliberate mistakes.
	Between the "can't" and the "maybe"
	a lifetime's hovering in the wings:
	grasp the nettle, bite the bullet
	push your own buttons and pull your own strings.
	Name your poison
	while you've got the power, 100 proof.
	I can't be your protector
	from self-neglect or abuse.
	This is not a rehearsal
	and fear is not an excuse.
	And if you won't step out on the boards
	you'll find your place already on the shelf –
	you can only find the sum of your parts yourself.
	Unprepared and unready,
	is that an excuse or a point of view?
	You can block out the words in anagrammatical sword play
	but it's your own life you'll be running through.
	Time to drink a cocktail
	of your own invention for pity's sake
	I can't be your protector,
	I won't be there when you wake
	to honour all the hidden intentions
	in your deliberate mistakes,
	behind your deliberate mistakes.
	Deliberation could be mistaken for coldness of the heart;
	Procrastination won't get you anywhere except aloof and apart;
	what's the golden opportunity
	you're hanging on here for –
	isn't it just this?
	Go! Start!
	Unrehearsed and unready
	that's what we are,
	what we've all been cast into...
	It's not four square, the beat's unsteady
	but this is this
	and making something of it's up to you.
	An unexpected exit's always waiting
	although you think it's something you'll bluff your way through.
	Spit that wooden spoon out of your mouth
	and eat up – the moment's long overdue.
	Take your medicine
	and face whatever the future brings
	I can't be your protector,
	can't keep you under my wing.
	This is not a rehearsal,
	this is the real thing,
	this is the real thing.
	This is for real.

	Time for the unrehearsed entrance,
	show a leg you can break,
	down the cocktail
	while it' s laughing at you for heaven' s sake...
	I can' t be your protector
	from these deliberate mistakes.
	Between the " can' t" and the " maybe"
	a lifetime' s hovering in the wings:
	grasp the nettle, bite the bullet
	push your own buttons and pull your own strings.
	Name your poison
	while you' ve got the power, 100 proof.
	I can' t be your protector
	from selfneglect or abuse.
	This is not a rehearsal
	and fear is not an excuse.
	And if you won' t step out on the boards
	you' ll find your place already on the shelf
	you can only find the sum of your parts yourself.
	Unprepared and unready,
	is that an excuse or a point of view?
	You can block out the words in anagrammatical sword play
	but it' s your own life you' ll be running through.
	Time to drink a cocktail
	of your own invention for pity' s sake
	I can' t be your protector,
	I won' t be there when you wake
	to honour all the hidden intentions
	in your deliberate mistakes,
	behind your deliberate mistakes.
	Deliberation could be mistaken for coldness of the heart
	Procrastination won' t get you anywhere except aloof and apart
	what' s the golden opportunity
	you' re hanging on here for
	isn' t it just this?
	Go! Start!
	Unrehearsed and unready
	that' s what we are,
	what we' ve all been cast into...
	It' s not four square, the beat' s unsteady
	but this is this
	and making something of it' s up to you.
	An unexpected exit' s always waiting
	although you think it' s something you' ll bluff your way through.
	Spit that wooden spoon out of your mouth
	and eat up the moment' s long overdue.
	Take your medicine
	and face whatever the future brings
	I can' t be your protector,
	can' t keep you under my wing.
	This is not a rehearsal,
	this is the real thing,
	this is the real thing.
	This is for real.

	Time for the unrehearsed entrance,
	show a leg you can break,
	down the cocktail
	while it' s laughing at you for heaven' s sake...
	I can' t be your protector
	from these deliberate mistakes.
	Between the " can' t" and the " maybe"
	a lifetime' s hovering in the wings:
	grasp the nettle, bite the bullet
	push your own buttons and pull your own strings.
	Name your poison
	while you' ve got the power, 100 proof.
	I can' t be your protector
	from selfneglect or abuse.
	This is not a rehearsal
	and fear is not an excuse.
	And if you won' t step out on the boards
	you' ll find your place already on the shelf
	you can only find the sum of your parts yourself.
	Unprepared and unready,
	is that an excuse or a point of view?
	You can block out the words in anagrammatical sword play
	but it' s your own life you' ll be running through.
	Time to drink a cocktail
	of your own invention for pity' s sake
	I can' t be your protector,
	I won' t be there when you wake
	to honour all the hidden intentions
	in your deliberate mistakes,
	behind your deliberate mistakes.
	Deliberation could be mistaken for coldness of the heart
	Procrastination won' t get you anywhere except aloof and apart
	what' s the golden opportunity
	you' re hanging on here for
	isn' t it just this?
	Go! Start!
	Unrehearsed and unready
	that' s what we are,
	what we' ve all been cast into...
	It' s not four square, the beat' s unsteady
	but this is this
	and making something of it' s up to you.
	An unexpected exit' s always waiting
	although you think it' s something you' ll bluff your way through.
	Spit that wooden spoon out of your mouth
	and eat up the moment' s long overdue.
	Take your medicine
	and face whatever the future brings
	I can' t be your protector,
	can' t keep you under my wing.
	This is not a rehearsal,
	this is the real thing,
	this is the real thing.
	This is for real.

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