时间：2006-01-01
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German Overalls (2006 Digital Remaster) - Peter Hammill
Mannheim: rainy Saturday with no money nor friend
Only Tequila can end the boredom
Try to reach London for a pocket of hope;
We're children and we grope in the dark
Hugh spends his last Mark on coffee and cheese
I feel just like a refugee
Rathaus-keepers and traffic police
Middle-aged maids with rotting teeth
Industrial magazines and old Sunday Times:
Reading material bleeding lines
What are we doing here
Memorial menace eager for revenge
Has begun to bend our minds
Shower-curtain imperative in the presence of acid;
Now feeling placid is death
I try to hold my breath as the P A comes down
Here we all are in Ktown
The Big Wheel never fails to grind around
It drags me up it *** me down
Seven senses wonder Can this be real
Or am I become a performing seal
Why are we dying here
I walk the streets alone try to find a sign of love
I've crushed the plaster-bone in the freaky clubs
I have bit the fruit
But all I live for is to play
And I'm tired of the nights and the days
Of airports taxis and motorway showers
Groping for a key in the afterhours
David takes to travelling in the van
He knows that we all can understand:
We're at the mercy of the Kosmos tour
Making a pilgrimage to the German Lourdes
But we're still crippled here
Cathedrals spiral skywards I think I'm getting vertigo
I think I don't know what is real
One more sudden spotlight one more madness is over;
I must not show a sign of fear
Words echo round my ears I think I'm going to laugh
Think I'll just go and take a bath guess I'll wash my clothes
Don't you know I'll grow to go and make my name
Maybe be a servant in the Famegame
Stake my sane and rest my life on the line
Now lay me asunder and rend my mind
At the fall of the curtain let this be my ghost
