| 歌曲 | Aspects of Spirit |
| 歌手 | The Levellers |
| 专辑 | Green Blade Rising |
| 作曲 : Charlie, Jermey, Jon ... | |
| Now you're walking that well-healed ground | |
| Upon a fragile course | |
| The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down | |
| Cos the hero | |
| Blake could not be found | |
| And there's a lot of faking going down | |
| The smoke that clouded your eyes | |
| Was a daily event | |
| And those weren't ghosts they were only men | |
| Just the beauty that you sensed | |
| Could heal all indifference | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can't believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we'd left for dead | |
| The Darkened streets for a guide | |
| We Search vainly for your sight | |
| The Tension rising on every side | |
| You find comfort in its might | |
| But that sun burns more than she lights | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can't believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we'd left for dead | |
| Further down in this town | |
| You hear the common word of mouth | |
| That back-street talk just a hollow sound | |
| Cos the hero | |
| Blake could not be found | |
| And there's a lot of faking going down | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can't believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we'd left for dead |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie, Jermey, Jon ... | |
| Now you' re walking that wellhealed ground | |
| Upon a fragile course | |
| The Gin Lane talk has been getting you down | |
| Cos the hero | |
| Blake could not be found | |
| And there' s a lot of faking going down | |
| The smoke that clouded your eyes | |
| Was a daily event | |
| And those weren' t ghosts they were only men | |
| Just the beauty that you sensed | |
| Could heal all indifference | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can' t believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we' d left for dead | |
| The Darkened streets for a guide | |
| We Search vainly for your sight | |
| The Tension rising on every side | |
| You find comfort in its might | |
| But that sun burns more than she lights | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can' t believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we' d left for dead | |
| Further down in this town | |
| You hear the common word of mouth | |
| That backstreet talk just a hollow sound | |
| Cos the hero | |
| Blake could not be found | |
| And there' s a lot of faking going down | |
| Beneath the cruel lives and the hard face | |
| I can' t believe what | |
| I have found | |
| I touched the spirit of this ordinary town | |
| And in the summer heat | |
| Under the crowded sheets | |
| They were feathering the beds | |
| I felt the spirit | |
| Of this place we' d left for dead |