《Addle Brains》歌词

[00:00:01] Addle Brains-Augie March

[00:00:19] A Tuesday night in Winter

[00:00:23] Holed up in the city of ravens

[00:00:27] The owls in the hills hoo-hooing

[00:00:30] And eyeing off the field mice down in the cold grey centre

[00:00:35] Addle Brains lining up with the dead for the soup spoon

[00:00:43] Addle Brains and the legions of the passed for the bread bag

[00:00:50] Ladle the soup pass the rolls

[00:00:54] Addle Brains and the many not here and loose souls

[00:01:05] One might fly off to the blank heavens and the lead high halls

[00:01:13] O the hungry sky aches for blokes without folks

[00:01:18] And bulges with the bearers of palls

[00:01:21] Addle Brains would drink for four days and no eats

[00:01:28] And sleep in the glens of botanical parks

[00:01:32] And on the humped bus shelter seats

[00:01:36] Where it＇s cold where it＇s cold

[00:01:52] One morning I woke up in a room in the nation＇s heart

[00:01:59] And couldn＇t think for the life of me what I was doing

[00:02:03] Or where to start

[00:02:06] Or what rehearsal was required

[00:02:09] I was so sad and tired

[00:02:16] What does a bird want with money

[00:02:20] Was he made this way

[00:02:23] Do you have to earn the right to find all of this funny

[00:02:28] Nothing＇s funny today

[00:02:31] Addle Brains mixes his powders with his fateful blues

[00:02:38] And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two

[00:03:02] All it takes it takes is a kind look and a word a word

[00:03:09] Some pretty eyes and skin

[00:03:12] From your fine family you were given to win

[00:03:17] And spill it over into the basin of common sin

[00:03:25] Just a drop a drop of the stuff that makes us kin

[00:03:31] Addle Brains perching way out on a limb

[00:03:38] Addle Brains perching way out on a limb

[00:03:49] What does a bird want with money

[00:03:53] Was he made this way

[00:03:56] Do you have to earn the right to find all of this funny

[00:04:01] Nothing＇s funny today

[00:04:04] Addle Brains mixes his powders with his fateful blues

[00:04:20] And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two

[00:04:27] And the wide-eyed bubs of the Parliament couldn＇t give a hoot or even two