| Song | Bad Speech |
| Artist | Roy Harper |
| Album | Whatever Happened to Jugula |
| 作词 : Harper | |
| I was not put here - (by anyone) | |
| By anyone in fear | |
| I came alone as me | |
| Just an idea | |
| In a long chain | |
| Of discovery | |
| Surrounded by the same - | |
| You | |
| Sometimes your tide | |
| Pulls me out to sea | |
| And I die | |
| In a trashing curse | |
| Sometimes we are kind | |
| More often I doze | |
| - So far up the beach | |
| That those who try to reach | |
| Are burnt alive | |
| In the searing heat | |
| Of the desert | |
| Of my dispassion | |
| So far removed | |
| I never hear the water | |
| 'Cept once or twice a month | |
| When I see a mirror | |
| And I refuse to believe | |
| In some of the things | |
| That are said to be here | |
| Let alone those | |
| That are not | |
| I'm trying to change | |
| My direction | |
| Ours is pathetic | |
| In my own humble estimation | |
| I love the planet | |
| The great bening she-wolf | |
| Benefactor | |
| Spinning gently on | |
| Towards the red giant | |
| Four aeons hence | |
| When all the rose gardens | |
| Are consumed in the flash-fire | |
| Of flying time | |
| She'll leave alone too |
| zuò cí : Harper | |
| I was not put here by anyone | |
| By anyone in fear | |
| I came alone as me | |
| Just an idea | |
| In a long chain | |
| Of discovery | |
| Surrounded by the same | |
| You | |
| Sometimes your tide | |
| Pulls me out to sea | |
| And I die | |
| In a trashing curse | |
| Sometimes we are kind | |
| More often I doze | |
| So far up the beach | |
| That those who try to reach | |
| Are burnt alive | |
| In the searing heat | |
| Of the desert | |
| Of my dispassion | |
| So far removed | |
| I never hear the water | |
| ' Cept once or twice a month | |
| When I see a mirror | |
| And I refuse to believe | |
| In some of the things | |
| That are said to be here | |
| Let alone those | |
| That are not | |
| I' m trying to change | |
| My direction | |
| Ours is pathetic | |
| In my own humble estimation | |
| I love the planet | |
| The great bening shewolf | |
| Benefactor | |
| Spinning gently on | |
| Towards the red giant | |
| Four aeons hence | |
| When all the rose gardens | |
| Are consumed in the flashfire | |
| Of flying time | |
| She' ll leave alone too |