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Four Pails

アーティスト:Peter Hammill  アルバム:Skin  作詞:HUTCHINSON MAX ARTHUR/SMITH CHRISTOPHER JUDGE  作曲:HUTCHINSON MAX ARTHUR/SMITH CHRISTOPHER JUDGE 

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Four pails of water and a bagfull of salts. That is all we are, that is all a man comprises, chemicals alone, with no spirit, soul or ghost – nothing so bizarre. No amount of faith disguises what is true is what we fear the most. Nothing can survive save the things men leave behind them. Any other case would be really too absurd – if thoughts remained alive surely modern science would find them? No, the soul is nothing but a word. All the wonders Man achieves emerge from cerebral tissue. Chemical reactions' ebb and surge form that Thing that is you... It's a sad philosophy, but better sad than wrong. Face the truth instead: when you're dead you're dead, when you're gone you're gone... now she's gone.


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