作曲 : Ian Anderson [00:37] Let me tell you the tales of your life [00:41] Of your love and the cut of the knife [00:45] The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled [00:48] The desire to kill or be killed [00:56] Let me sing of the losers who lie [00:59] In the street as the last bus goes by [01:03] The pavements are empty, the gutters run red [01:06] While the fool toasts his god in the sky [02:15] So come all ye young men who are building castles! [02:19] Kindly state the time of the year [02:23] And join your voices in a hellish chorus [02:26] Mark the precise nature of your fear [03:34] Let me help you pick up your dead [03:38] As the sins of the father are fed [03:41] With the blood of the fools [03:43] And the thoughts of the wise and [03:45] From the pan under your bed [03:51] Let me make you a present of song [03:56] As the wise man breaks wind and is gone [04:00] While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose [04:03] And the nursery rhyme winds along [04:40] So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! [04:44] Kindly state the time of the year [04:47] And join your voices in a hellish chorus [04:51] Mark the precise nature of your fear [04:54] See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you [04:58] And the hour of judgement draws near [05:01] Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour [05:05] Or the wiser man who rushes clear
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Ian Anderson [00:37] Let me tell you the tales of your life [00:41] Of your love and the cut of the knife [00:45] The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled [00:48] The desire to kill or be killed [00:56] Let me sing of the losers who lie [00:59] In the street as the last bus goes by [01:03] The pavements are empty, the gutters run red [01:06] While the fool toasts his god in the sky [02:15] So come all ye young men who are building castles! [02:19] Kindly state the time of the year [02:23] And join your voices in a hellish chorus [02:26] Mark the precise nature of your fear [03:34] Let me help you pick up your dead [03:38] As the sins of the father are fed [03:41] With the blood of the fools [03:43] And the thoughts of the wise and [03:45] From the pan under your bed [03:51] Let me make you a present of song [03:56] As the wise man breaks wind and is gone [04:00] While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose [04:03] And the nursery rhyme winds along [04:40] So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! [04:44] Kindly state the time of the year [04:47] And join your voices in a hellish chorus [04:51] Mark the precise nature of your fear [04:54] See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you [04:58] And the hour of judgement draws near [05:01] Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour [05:05] Or the wiser man who rushes clear