歌曲 | Nutter Alert |
歌手 | Van Der Graaf Generator |
专辑 | Present |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hammill | |
It might come in a letter, | |
darkness falls in a telephone call; | |
I await the unexpected | |
with one ear to the party wall. | |
Is it the pricking of the conscience, | |
is it the itching of hair shirt, | |
is it the dictionary definition | |
of a precipice to skirt? | |
It's the nutter alert. | |
Though this face is familiar | |
something in it has bred contempt; | |
I never asked for your opinion | |
or your back-handed compliments. | |
Oh, but here comes that special nonsense | |
all the words out in a spurt, | |
the unhinging of the trolley | |
as the mouth begins to blurt... | |
it's the nutter alert | |
I can see we're in trouble | |
from that glint in the eye you've got; | |
there's no sense to the story, | |
comprehensively lost, the plot. | |
And how contorted is that logic | |
you so forcefully exert: | |
you're a car crash in the making, | |
head-on, that's a racing cert. | |
It's the nutter alert, | |
this is the nutter alert. |
zuo ci : Hammill | |
It might come in a letter, | |
darkness falls in a telephone call | |
I await the unexpected | |
with one ear to the party wall. | |
Is it the pricking of the conscience, | |
is it the itching of hair shirt, | |
is it the dictionary definition | |
of a precipice to skirt? | |
It' s the nutter alert. | |
Though this face is familiar | |
something in it has bred contempt | |
I never asked for your opinion | |
or your backhanded compliments. | |
Oh, but here comes that special nonsense | |
all the words out in a spurt, | |
the unhinging of the trolley | |
as the mouth begins to blurt... | |
it' s the nutter alert | |
I can see we' re in trouble | |
from that glint in the eye you' ve got | |
there' s no sense to the story, | |
comprehensively lost, the plot. | |
And how contorted is that logic | |
you so forcefully exert: | |
you' re a car crash in the making, | |
headon, that' s a racing cert. | |
It' s the nutter alert, | |
this is the nutter alert. |
zuò cí : Hammill | |
It might come in a letter, | |
darkness falls in a telephone call | |
I await the unexpected | |
with one ear to the party wall. | |
Is it the pricking of the conscience, | |
is it the itching of hair shirt, | |
is it the dictionary definition | |
of a precipice to skirt? | |
It' s the nutter alert. | |
Though this face is familiar | |
something in it has bred contempt | |
I never asked for your opinion | |
or your backhanded compliments. | |
Oh, but here comes that special nonsense | |
all the words out in a spurt, | |
the unhinging of the trolley | |
as the mouth begins to blurt... | |
it' s the nutter alert | |
I can see we' re in trouble | |
from that glint in the eye you' ve got | |
there' s no sense to the story, | |
comprehensively lost, the plot. | |
And how contorted is that logic | |
you so forcefully exert: | |
you' re a car crash in the making, | |
headon, that' s a racing cert. | |
It' s the nutter alert, | |
this is the nutter alert. |