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McGoohan's Blues

アーティスト:Roy Harper  アルバム:Folkjokeopus 

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Nicky my child he stands there with the wind in his hair Wondering whether the water the wind of the where I fear that someday he might ask me if mine is the blame And I've got no reply save to tell him it's all just a game And Heather and I lay together and I was in love She weighted up the gains and the losses and gave me the shove The fear of mankind's untogetherness pounds in my heart The deceit of my friends the betrayals of which I am part And O how the sea she roars with laughter And howls with the dancing wind To see my two feet standing here questioning And I'm just a social experiment tailored to size I've tried out the national machine and the welfare surprise I'm the rich man the poor man the peace man the war man the beast The festive consumer who ends up consumed in the feast And my fife eyed promoter is clutching two birds in the bush He's a thief he's as bad as the joker they're both in the rush He's telling me Ghandi was handy and Jesus sold his ring (Dunno who to, God maybe) "And everyone knows dat dis dough's gonna make me de king" And O how the sea she roars with laughter And howls with the dancing wind To see my two feet standing here questioning Meanwhile the ticket collectors are punching their holes Into your memories your journeys and into your souls Your life sentence starts and the judge hands you down a spare wig Saying: "Get out of that and goodbye old boy have a good gig" And the town label makers stare down with their gallery eyes And point with computer stained fingers each time you arise To the rules and the codes and the system that keeps them in chains Which is where they belong with no poems no love and no brains And O how the sea she roars with laughter And howls with the dancing wind To see my two feet standing there questioning Meanwhile the TV commercials are sweeping the day Brainwashing innocent kids into thinking their way The wet politicians and clergymen have much to say Defending desires of the sheep they are leading astray And Ma's favourite pop star is forcing a grin he's a smash Obliging the soft-headed viewers to act just as flash The village TV hooks its victims on give away cash The addicts are numbers who serve to perpetuate trash And O how the sea she roars with laughter And howls with the dancing wind To see my stupid poetry shuffleing And the bankers and tycoons and hoarders of money and art Full up with baubles and bibles and full of no heart Who travel first class on a pleasure excursion to fame Are the eyes that are guiding society's ludicrous aim And the village is making its Sunday collection in church The church wobbles 'twixt hell and heaven's crumbling perch Unnoticed the money box loudly endorses the shame As the world that Christ fought is supported by using his name And O how the sea she roars with laughter And howls with the dancing wind To see my stupid poetry burbling And the pin-striped sardine-cum-magician is packed in his train Censoring all of the censorship filling his brain He glares through his armour-plate vision and says "Hmm, insane" The prisoner is taking his shoes off to walk in the rain And the luminous green prima donna is sniffing the sky She daren't tread the earth that she's smelling her birth was too high Her bank balance castle is built on opinion and fear Which is all she allows within


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