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Comfortable

アーティスト:Peter Hammill  アルバム:Patience 

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She likes to keep God out of church, especially when she prays: all in its place, all safely stored for some rogation day.... The paradox is so apparent, the sense absurd, but all too real; the nonsense is arrant but she just wants to feel comfortable. A pound in the collection-box, a name-plate by the aisle; she always wears a hat, for He'll appreciate the style. Pays no attention to the sermon, Christ in himself has no appeal, the social custom is the turn-on and she just wants to feel comfortable. Treading not on her illusions, I will not walk upon my own: we stand among the creature comforts; we're standing on the stockpiles of first stones. Yes, we stand on the brink of the Ultrapower, assume it's a proper place, view the living hour by hour in the first person singular case. On with the usual, complacent, wait for the mortal wound to heal


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