Silver Kettle Lyrics

	作曲 : Stewart
	And in the last days of the world of plastic records
	He takes the car into town
	He hears the voices of salvation through the static
	Just turns the volume down
	A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade
	Towers of glass that petroleum has made
	But he wouldn't have been born
	At any other moment in the world
	And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle
	Calling him out of his sleep
	The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal
	He's got his secrets to keep
	The daily news forms a pattern on
	TVViolence first, then a cat stuck up a tree
	But he wouldn't have been born
	At any other moment in this world
	One o'clock and the office empties out
	He watches as they pass
	Nostalgic for something intangible
	A time that never was
	There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen
	It forms the shape of her face
	Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger
	One day he'll paint her away
	He sees her now - she's got a clean white shirt on
	She's someone he'd just love to get the dirt on
	And she couldn't have been born
	At any other moment in the world

	zuo qu : Stewart
	And in the last days of the world of plastic records
	He takes the car into town
	He hears the voices of salvation through the static
	Just turns the volume down
	A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade
	Towers of glass that petroleum has made
	But he wouldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in the world
	And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle
	Calling him out of his sleep
	The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal
	He' s got his secrets to keep
	The daily news forms a pattern on
	TVViolence first, then a cat stuck up a tree
	But he wouldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in this world
	One o' clock and the office empties out
	He watches as they pass
	Nostalgic for something intangible
	A time that never was
	There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen
	It forms the shape of her face
	Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger
	One day he' ll paint her away
	He sees her now she' s got a clean white shirt on
	She' s someone he' d just love to get the dirt on
	And she couldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in the world

	zuò qǔ : Stewart
	And in the last days of the world of plastic records
	He takes the car into town
	He hears the voices of salvation through the static
	Just turns the volume down
	A chain link fence round a boarded up arcade
	Towers of glass that petroleum has made
	But he wouldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in the world
	And in the morning he will hear the silver kettle
	Calling him out of his sleep
	The world outside goes by in plastic and in metal
	He' s got his secrets to keep
	The daily news forms a pattern on
	TVViolence first, then a cat stuck up a tree
	But he wouldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in this world
	One o' clock and the office empties out
	He watches as they pass
	Nostalgic for something intangible
	A time that never was
	There is a crack along the plaster in the kitchen
	It forms the shape of her face
	Just for a moment he will trace it with his finger
	One day he' ll paint her away
	He sees her now she' s got a clean white shirt on
	She' s someone he' d just love to get the dirt on
	And she couldn' t have been born
	At any other moment in the world

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