The Campaign For Real Rock Lyrics

Song	The Campaign For Real Rock
Artist	Edwyn Collins
Album	Gorgeous George
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	作词 : Collins
	Don't try so hard to be different
	The cracks are beginning to show
	You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
	In a frock coat from Saville Row
	You've just been an all-night party
	Where I have to admit it takes pluck
	To go out on the floor and proclaim "What a bore"
	In a T-shirt that reads "Disco Sucks"
	Yes, here he comes, the not-so-young
	Pretender to the Throne
	He's singing "Rag, Momma, Rag"
	Won't you give that poor dog a bone?
	And he's wondering why we can't connect
	When he's sworn to us that he's totally wrecked
	On the rustic charm that he affects
	On a public schoolboy whim
	With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
	Robert Zimmerframe
	With a synthesized accordian
	A-scramblin' up my brain
	With a fiddle-dee-dee a fiddle on high
	Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
	Or at any rate give it one more try
	Before I die
	Before I die
	The overrated hit the stage
	Overpaid and over here
	And their idea of counter-culture's
	Momma's charge account at Sears
	And they're wondering why we can't connect
	With the ritual of the trashed guitar
	One more paltry empty gesture
	The ashes of a burned out star
	Yes here they come, both old and young
	A contact low or high
	The gathering of the tribes descending
	Vultures from a caustic sky
	The rotting carcase of July
	An ugly sun hung out to dry
	You gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
	Your frazzled brains are putrifying
	Repackaged, sold and sanitizied
	The devil's music exorcised
	You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Just to perpetuate the lie
	Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it's the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival

	zuo ci : Collins
	Don' t try so hard to be different
	The cracks are beginning to show
	You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
	In a frock coat from Saville Row
	You' ve just been an allnight party
	Where I have to admit it takes pluck
	To go out on the floor and proclaim " What a bore"
	In a Tshirt that reads " Disco Sucks"
	Yes, here he comes, the notsoyoung
	Pretender to the Throne
	He' s singing " Rag, Momma, Rag"
	Won' t you give that poor dog a bone?
	And he' s wondering why we can' t connect
	When he' s sworn to us that he' s totally wrecked
	On the rustic charm that he affects
	On a public schoolboy whim
	With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
	Robert Zimmerframe
	With a synthesized accordian
	Ascramblin' up my brain
	With a fiddledeedee a fiddle on high
	Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
	Or at any rate give it one more try
	Before I die
	Before I die
	The overrated hit the stage
	Overpaid and over here
	And their idea of counterculture' s
	Momma' s charge account at Sears
	And they' re wondering why we can' t connect
	With the ritual of the trashed guitar
	One more paltry empty gesture
	The ashes of a burned out star
	Yes here they come, both old and young
	A contact low or high
	The gathering of the tribes descending
	Vultures from a caustic sky
	The rotting carcase of July
	An ugly sun hung out to dry
	You gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
	Your frazzled brains are putrifying
	Repackaged, sold and sanitizied
	The devil' s music exorcised
	You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Just to perpetuate the lie
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival

	zuò cí : Collins
	Don' t try so hard to be different
	The cracks are beginning to show
	You drift like a cloud through the festival crowd
	In a frock coat from Saville Row
	You' ve just been an allnight party
	Where I have to admit it takes pluck
	To go out on the floor and proclaim " What a bore"
	In a Tshirt that reads " Disco Sucks"
	Yes, here he comes, the notsoyoung
	Pretender to the Throne
	He' s singing " Rag, Momma, Rag"
	Won' t you give that poor dog a bone?
	And he' s wondering why we can' t connect
	When he' s sworn to us that he' s totally wrecked
	On the rustic charm that he affects
	On a public schoolboy whim
	With a raggle taggle plastic gypsy
	Robert Zimmerframe
	With a synthesized accordian
	Ascramblin' up my brain
	With a fiddledeedee a fiddle on high
	Excuse me folks while I kiss the sky
	Or at any rate give it one more try
	Before I die
	Before I die
	The overrated hit the stage
	Overpaid and over here
	And their idea of counterculture' s
	Momma' s charge account at Sears
	And they' re wondering why we can' t connect
	With the ritual of the trashed guitar
	One more paltry empty gesture
	The ashes of a burned out star
	Yes here they come, both old and young
	A contact low or high
	The gathering of the tribes descending
	Vultures from a caustic sky
	The rotting carcase of July
	An ugly sun hung out to dry
	You gorgeous hippy dreams are dying
	Your frazzled brains are putrifying
	Repackaged, sold and sanitizied
	The devil' s music exorcised
	You live, you die, you lie, you lie, you die
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Perpetuate the lie
	Just to perpetuate the lie
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival
	Yes yes yes it' s the summer festival the truly detestable summer festival

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