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  • 作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
    Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
    Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
    Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
    God's alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
    Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
    Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
    Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by
    Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
    Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!
    Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
    Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
    Nothing called (not name nor number) - echo stormed its final scream
    Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
    Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
    Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
    Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake
  • 作曲 : Gary Brooker/Keith Reid
    Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
    Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
    Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
    God's alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
    Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
    Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
    Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by
    Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
    Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!
    Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
    Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
    Nothing called (not name nor number) - echo stormed its final scream
    Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
    Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
    Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
    Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake