Nineteen Forty-Eightish Lyrics

Song	Nineteen Forty-Eightish
Artist	Roy Harper
Album	Whatever Happened to Jugula
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	作词 : Harper
	The lemmings push their pens and rush
	In hoards of crashing stupor
	Towards the farms of Babylon
	To scramble mother nature
	Where unrelenting drudgery
	Is all there is to nurture
	And life and death are by consent
	And love is for oppression
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It's the one in which I always press the button
	A million tons of printed shit
	Come through my door each day
	Up to my dick, around my neck
	I can't even throw it away
	Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
	With only a moment to pay
	Before the thud of the future
	Gives me the shakes
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It's the one in which I always burn the cakes
	In 1649
	Just as I light the loaded fire
	A space invader lands
	It's full of cops and bureaucrats
	With bouquets of final demands
	And I see my life flash before me again
	Slipping through my hands
	As the sound of harvest closes in
	Swooping - reaping
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It's the one in which I walk when I'm not sleeping
	In thirteen twenty four
	The one we've all been waiting for
	Nineteen eighty-four
	There's a little man left to hold the can
	He don't know how and his only plan
	Is everlasting life
	He beats the street with his plates of meat
	In the sandwich board of his final retreat
	Bellowing goodbye
	Everyone sees and nobody shares
	Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
	That the end is nigh
	And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
	Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
	That gathers speed and calls itself
	The human race
	And shadows fight with men of straw
	In pockets of derision
	While mother checks up on the stars
	Denies her intuition
	And sends young Julia to school
	To learn an empty vision
	That's full of paper tiger rats
	To pass to her own children
	Welcome to my nightmare
	I'm the father, son and whole polluted system
	In nineteen eighty-four
	Nineteen eighty-four
	Nineteen eighty-four
	The one we've all been longing for
	Nineteen eighty-four

	zuo ci : Harper
	The lemmings push their pens and rush
	In hoards of crashing stupor
	Towards the farms of Babylon
	To scramble mother nature
	Where unrelenting drudgery
	Is all there is to nurture
	And life and death are by consent
	And love is for oppression
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I always press the button
	A million tons of printed shit
	Come through my door each day
	Up to my dick, around my neck
	I can' t even throw it away
	Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
	With only a moment to pay
	Before the thud of the future
	Gives me the shakes
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I always burn the cakes
	In 1649
	Just as I light the loaded fire
	A space invader lands
	It' s full of cops and bureaucrats
	With bouquets of final demands
	And I see my life flash before me again
	Slipping through my hands
	As the sound of harvest closes in
	Swooping reaping
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I walk when I' m not sleeping
	In thirteen twenty four
	The one we' ve all been waiting for
	Nineteen eightyfour
	There' s a little man left to hold the can
	He don' t know how and his only plan
	Is everlasting life
	He beats the street with his plates of meat
	In the sandwich board of his final retreat
	Bellowing goodbye
	Everyone sees and nobody shares
	Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
	That the end is nigh
	And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
	Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
	That gathers speed and calls itself
	The human race
	And shadows fight with men of straw
	In pockets of derision
	While mother checks up on the stars
	Denies her intuition
	And sends young Julia to school
	To learn an empty vision
	That' s full of paper tiger rats
	To pass to her own children
	Welcome to my nightmare
	I' m the father, son and whole polluted system
	In nineteen eightyfour
	Nineteen eightyfour
	Nineteen eightyfour
	The one we' ve all been longing for
	Nineteen eightyfour

	zuò cí : Harper
	The lemmings push their pens and rush
	In hoards of crashing stupor
	Towards the farms of Babylon
	To scramble mother nature
	Where unrelenting drudgery
	Is all there is to nurture
	And life and death are by consent
	And love is for oppression
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I always press the button
	A million tons of printed shit
	Come through my door each day
	Up to my dick, around my neck
	I can' t even throw it away
	Bills for my shirt, receipts for my soul
	With only a moment to pay
	Before the thud of the future
	Gives me the shakes
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I always burn the cakes
	In 1649
	Just as I light the loaded fire
	A space invader lands
	It' s full of cops and bureaucrats
	With bouquets of final demands
	And I see my life flash before me again
	Slipping through my hands
	As the sound of harvest closes in
	Swooping reaping
	Welcome to my nightmare
	It' s the one in which I walk when I' m not sleeping
	In thirteen twenty four
	The one we' ve all been waiting for
	Nineteen eightyfour
	There' s a little man left to hold the can
	He don' t know how and his only plan
	Is everlasting life
	He beats the street with his plates of meat
	In the sandwich board of his final retreat
	Bellowing goodbye
	Everyone sees and nobody shares
	Everyone knows its the truth that he bears
	That the end is nigh
	And he stands against the rails at Oxford Circus
	Leafleting the souls who keep this pace
	That gathers speed and calls itself
	The human race
	And shadows fight with men of straw
	In pockets of derision
	While mother checks up on the stars
	Denies her intuition
	And sends young Julia to school
	To learn an empty vision
	That' s full of paper tiger rats
	To pass to her own children
	Welcome to my nightmare
	I' m the father, son and whole polluted system
	In nineteen eightyfour
	Nineteen eightyfour
	Nineteen eightyfour
	The one we' ve all been longing for
	Nineteen eightyfour

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