| Song | Tape Recorder Man |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Folktronic |
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| 作词 : Currie | |
| Come all ye rounders if you want to hear the tale | |
| Of a tape recorder man | |
| He travelled far and wide through the dusty countryside | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Collecting songs of love, collecting songs of blood | |
| Sometimes songs of evil men and sometimes songs of good | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| He said the age of the machine would make us all the same | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| And we should tape record the songs the old men sing | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Because when the old were gone, there'd be no more songs | |
| Just mechanical din | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| At a music festival he presented to the world some of the folk greats | |
| Then, with a condescending smile, he introduced us all to some electronic fakes | |
| Saying 'The old folks don't need gimmicks to make the music new | |
| But here's a group of college kids who apparently do' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| And he left the stage to seek some nerdy boffin geeks who sounded like the Pogues | |
| Singing like the BeeGees, dancing like freaks, playing modular Moogs | |
| I met him in the dressing room at the end of the show | |
| I said you used to be my hero but tonight you've fallen low | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| I said tape recorder man damn your Memorex | |
| What about innovation, man, what about art and sex? | |
| He couldn't share my point of view, and he freely said so | |
| So me and the tape recorder man quickly came to blows | |
| I hit out at his shoulder where his tape recorder hung | |
| It slipped to the floor with a crash, the strap must've been undone | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| It exploded like a bomb from the first world war | |
| And seven spools of folk recordings rolled across the floor | |
| A random burst of yodelling rubbed up against the heads | |
| That woozy crazy spool was like John Cage or Varese | |
| I cried 'Tape recorder man, this I won't forget | |
| This is folk music... concrete!' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| Come all ye rounders if you want to hear the tale | |
| Of a tape recorder man | |
| He travelled far and wide through the dusty countryside | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Collecting songs of love, collecting songs of blood | |
| Sometimes songs of evil men and sometimes songs of good | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| He said the age of the machine would make us all the same | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| And we should tape record the songs the old men sing | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Because when the old were gone, there' d be no more songs | |
| Just mechanical din | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| At a music festival he presented to the world some of the folk greats | |
| Then, with a condescending smile, he introduced us all to some electronic fakes | |
| Saying ' The old folks don' t need gimmicks to make the music new | |
| But here' s a group of college kids who apparently do' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| And he left the stage to seek some nerdy boffin geeks who sounded like the Pogues | |
| Singing like the BeeGees, dancing like freaks, playing modular Moogs | |
| I met him in the dressing room at the end of the show | |
| I said you used to be my hero but tonight you' ve fallen low | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| I said tape recorder man damn your Memorex | |
| What about innovation, man, what about art and sex? | |
| He couldn' t share my point of view, and he freely said so | |
| So me and the tape recorder man quickly came to blows | |
| I hit out at his shoulder where his tape recorder hung | |
| It slipped to the floor with a crash, the strap must' ve been undone | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| It exploded like a bomb from the first world war | |
| And seven spools of folk recordings rolled across the floor | |
| A random burst of yodelling rubbed up against the heads | |
| That woozy crazy spool was like John Cage or Varese | |
| I cried ' Tape recorder man, this I won' t forget | |
| This is folk music... concrete!' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| Come all ye rounders if you want to hear the tale | |
| Of a tape recorder man | |
| He travelled far and wide through the dusty countryside | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Collecting songs of love, collecting songs of blood | |
| Sometimes songs of evil men and sometimes songs of good | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| He said the age of the machine would make us all the same | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| And we should tape record the songs the old men sing | |
| The tape recorder man | |
| Because when the old were gone, there' d be no more songs | |
| Just mechanical din | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| At a music festival he presented to the world some of the folk greats | |
| Then, with a condescending smile, he introduced us all to some electronic fakes | |
| Saying ' The old folks don' t need gimmicks to make the music new | |
| But here' s a group of college kids who apparently do' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| And he left the stage to seek some nerdy boffin geeks who sounded like the Pogues | |
| Singing like the BeeGees, dancing like freaks, playing modular Moogs | |
| I met him in the dressing room at the end of the show | |
| I said you used to be my hero but tonight you' ve fallen low | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| I said tape recorder man damn your Memorex | |
| What about innovation, man, what about art and sex? | |
| He couldn' t share my point of view, and he freely said so | |
| So me and the tape recorder man quickly came to blows | |
| I hit out at his shoulder where his tape recorder hung | |
| It slipped to the floor with a crash, the strap must' ve been undone | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne | |
| It exploded like a bomb from the first world war | |
| And seven spools of folk recordings rolled across the floor | |
| A random burst of yodelling rubbed up against the heads | |
| That woozy crazy spool was like John Cage or Varese | |
| I cried ' Tape recorder man, this I won' t forget | |
| This is folk music... concrete!' | |
| And sing irie aritty ardie and sing irie arrity anne |