Masseuse Lyrics
| Song | Masseuse |
| Artist | Richard Dawson |
| Album | Peasant |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:31.876] [Verse 1] | |
| [01:14.322] | Fortune wags its tongue |
| [01:22.210] | Along the walkways of the bathhouse |
| [01:30.302] | They say the monk returned from Iceland |
| [01:38.633] | Unearthly boon in stow |
| [01:46.962] | He who possesses the Pin of Quib |
| [01:54.903] | Is granted eternal beauty |
| [02:03.183] | |
| [02:04.252] | I am tired of men |
| [02:11.727] | Of kneading the knots from their bulbous backs and necks |
| [02:19.648] | And rinsing their filmy water |
| [02:28.386] | From this mew of tiles |
| [02:36.192] | When I heard tell of the Pin of Quib |
| [02:44.438] | Straight away I knew I had to hold it at all costs |
| [02:54.966] | |
| [03:11.630] [Verse 2] | |
| [03:17.963] | A storm like a drum |
| [03:22.447] | Encompasses the priory |
| [03:26.739] | As I go on mouse-toes |
| [03:31.330] | Into the blind man's chamber |
| [03:35.501] | |
| [03:35.748] | And leaning over his bed |
| [03:39.584] | I push the blade between his ribs |
| [03:43.871] | But then in a flash he's got my wrists |
| [03:50.562] | And he's pinned me to the floor |
| [03:57.065] | |
| [04:31.209] [Verse 3] | |
| [04:31.698] | I wake up gagged and bound |
| [04:40.746] | To a windless ochre forest |
| [04:48.087] | The monk's wan face inches from my own |
| [04:56.201] | His breath smells like piss |
| [05:02.313] | |
| [05:04.565] | He asked me then |
| [05:07.360] | "would you like to see the Pin?" |
| [05:12.571] | Retching on his filth |
| [05:17.098] | I nod "more than anything" |
| [05:24.123] | |
| [05:39.925] [Verse 4] | |
| [05:46.192] | From inside his coat |
| [05:51.023] | He fishes a brooch |
| [05:55.460] | A plain pea of stone |
| [06:00.373] | No bigger than a thumbnail |
| [06:03.824] | |
| [06:04.415] | And I can hardly believe |
| [06:09.115] | How very ordinary it seems |
| [06:15.653] | Then it dawns on me |
| [06:20.357] | It was all mere folly |
| [06:23.812] | |
| [06:23.965] [Verse 5] | |
| [06:24.095] | "Yes, now you see |
| [06:28.125] | The Pin's a pebble only |
| [06:32.253] | That which you so thirstily |
| [06:36.591] | Coveted over my dead body |
| [06:40.899] | |
| [06:41.137] | Now it is yours to keep |
| [06:44.997] | You are its custodian |
| [06:49.071] | But first I must have your eyes |
| [06:56.068] | Then the circle will be whole" |
| [07:02.546] | |
| [07:39.128] [Outro] | |
| [08:45.841] | I once |
| [08:49.248] | Could see |
| [08:52.747] | But now |
| [08:56.429] | I am blind |
| [09:02.060] | |
| [09:02.259] | And all sense |
| [09:09.340] | Of the world is lost |
| [09:18.621] | Lost, lost |
| [09:27.618] | |
| [10:01.452] | I once |
| [10:04.825] | Could see |
| [10:08.682] | But now |
| [10:12.561] | I am blind |
| [10:18.162] | |
| [10:18.412] | And all sense |
| [10:25.318] | Of the world is lost |
| [10:34.941] | Lost, lost |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Richard Dawson |
| [00:31.876] [Verse 1] | |
| [01:14.322] | Fortune wags its tongue |
| [01:22.210] | Along the walkways of the bathhouse |
| [01:30.302] | They say the monk returned from Iceland |
| [01:38.633] | Unearthly boon in stow |
| [01:46.962] | He who possesses the Pin of Quib |
| [01:54.903] | Is granted eternal beauty |
| [02:03.183] | |
| [02:04.252] | I am tired of men |
| [02:11.727] | Of kneading the knots from their bulbous backs and necks |
| [02:19.648] | And rinsing their filmy water |
| [02:28.386] | From this mew of tiles |
| [02:36.192] | When I heard tell of the Pin of Quib |
| [02:44.438] | Straight away I knew I had to hold it at all costs |
| [02:54.966] | |
| [03:11.630] [Verse 2] | |
| [03:17.963] | A storm like a drum |
| [03:22.447] | Encompasses the priory |
| [03:26.739] | As I go on mousetoes |
| [03:31.330] | Into the blind man' s chamber |
| [03:35.501] | |
| [03:35.748] | And leaning over his bed |
| [03:39.584] | I push the blade between his ribs |
| [03:43.871] | But then in a flash he' s got my wrists |
| [03:50.562] | And he' s pinned me to the floor |
| [03:57.065] | |
| [04:31.209] [Verse 3] | |
| [04:31.698] | I wake up gagged and bound |
| [04:40.746] | To a windless ochre forest |
| [04:48.087] | The monk' s wan face inches from my own |
| [04:56.201] | His breath smells like piss |
| [05:02.313] | |
| [05:04.565] | He asked me then |
| [05:07.360] | " would you like to see the Pin?" |
| [05:12.571] | Retching on his filth |
| [05:17.098] | I nod " more than anything" |
| [05:24.123] | |
| [05:39.925] [Verse 4] | |
| [05:46.192] | From inside his coat |
| [05:51.023] | He fishes a brooch |
| [05:55.460] | A plain pea of stone |
| [06:00.373] | No bigger than a thumbnail |
| [06:03.824] | |
| [06:04.415] | And I can hardly believe |
| [06:09.115] | How very ordinary it seems |
| [06:15.653] | Then it dawns on me |
| [06:20.357] | It was all mere folly |
| [06:23.812] | |
| [06:23.965] [Verse 5] | |
| [06:24.095] | " Yes, now you see |
| [06:28.125] | The Pin' s a pebble only |
| [06:32.253] | That which you so thirstily |
| [06:36.591] | Coveted over my dead body |
| [06:40.899] | |
| [06:41.137] | Now it is yours to keep |
| [06:44.997] | You are its custodian |
| [06:49.071] | But first I must have your eyes |
| [06:56.068] | Then the circle will be whole" |
| [07:02.546] | |
| [07:39.128] [Outro] | |
| [08:45.841] | I once |
| [08:49.248] | Could see |
| [08:52.747] | But now |
| [08:56.429] | I am blind |
| [09:02.060] | |
| [09:02.259] | And all sense |
| [09:09.340] | Of the world is lost |
| [09:18.621] | Lost, lost |
| [09:27.618] | |
| [10:01.452] | I once |
| [10:04.825] | Could see |
| [10:08.682] | But now |
| [10:12.561] | I am blind |
| [10:18.162] | |
| [10:18.412] | And all sense |
| [10:25.318] | Of the world is lost |
| [10:34.941] | Lost, lost |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Richard Dawson |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Richard Dawson |
| [00:31.876] [Verse 1] | |
| [01:14.322] | Fortune wags its tongue |
| [01:22.210] | Along the walkways of the bathhouse |
| [01:30.302] | They say the monk returned from Iceland |
| [01:38.633] | Unearthly boon in stow |
| [01:46.962] | He who possesses the Pin of Quib |
| [01:54.903] | Is granted eternal beauty |
| [02:03.183] | |
| [02:04.252] | I am tired of men |
| [02:11.727] | Of kneading the knots from their bulbous backs and necks |
| [02:19.648] | And rinsing their filmy water |
| [02:28.386] | From this mew of tiles |
| [02:36.192] | When I heard tell of the Pin of Quib |
| [02:44.438] | Straight away I knew I had to hold it at all costs |
| [02:54.966] | |
| [03:11.630] [Verse 2] | |
| [03:17.963] | A storm like a drum |
| [03:22.447] | Encompasses the priory |
| [03:26.739] | As I go on mousetoes |
| [03:31.330] | Into the blind man' s chamber |
| [03:35.501] | |
| [03:35.748] | And leaning over his bed |
| [03:39.584] | I push the blade between his ribs |
| [03:43.871] | But then in a flash he' s got my wrists |
| [03:50.562] | And he' s pinned me to the floor |
| [03:57.065] | |
| [04:31.209] [Verse 3] | |
| [04:31.698] | I wake up gagged and bound |
| [04:40.746] | To a windless ochre forest |
| [04:48.087] | The monk' s wan face inches from my own |
| [04:56.201] | His breath smells like piss |
| [05:02.313] | |
| [05:04.565] | He asked me then |
| [05:07.360] | " would you like to see the Pin?" |
| [05:12.571] | Retching on his filth |
| [05:17.098] | I nod " more than anything" |
| [05:24.123] | |
| [05:39.925] [Verse 4] | |
| [05:46.192] | From inside his coat |
| [05:51.023] | He fishes a brooch |
| [05:55.460] | A plain pea of stone |
| [06:00.373] | No bigger than a thumbnail |
| [06:03.824] | |
| [06:04.415] | And I can hardly believe |
| [06:09.115] | How very ordinary it seems |
| [06:15.653] | Then it dawns on me |
| [06:20.357] | It was all mere folly |
| [06:23.812] | |
| [06:23.965] [Verse 5] | |
| [06:24.095] | " Yes, now you see |
| [06:28.125] | The Pin' s a pebble only |
| [06:32.253] | That which you so thirstily |
| [06:36.591] | Coveted over my dead body |
| [06:40.899] | |
| [06:41.137] | Now it is yours to keep |
| [06:44.997] | You are its custodian |
| [06:49.071] | But first I must have your eyes |
| [06:56.068] | Then the circle will be whole" |
| [07:02.546] | |
| [07:39.128] [Outro] | |
| [08:45.841] | I once |
| [08:49.248] | Could see |
| [08:52.747] | But now |
| [08:56.429] | I am blind |
| [09:02.060] | |
| [09:02.259] | And all sense |
| [09:09.340] | Of the world is lost |
| [09:18.621] | Lost, lost |
| [09:27.618] | |
| [10:01.452] | I once |
| [10:04.825] | Could see |
| [10:08.682] | But now |
| [10:12.561] | I am blind |
| [10:18.162] | |
| [10:18.412] | And all sense |
| [10:25.318] | Of the world is lost |
| [10:34.941] | Lost, lost |
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