| Song | We're All as We Lie |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Wise After the Event |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| August saw a contest fit for Kings | |
| From far and wide they came to trade their swings | |
| Little grubs with stone-age clubs | |
| And tanners' sons with foxes gloves | |
| They came to face the stiffest course since Tring | |
| Harold took an eight-iron at the first | |
| Hoped the hedge whilst Tostig chipped and cursed | |
| Sliced into a sticky patch and, playing out, | |
| He'd met his match | |
| When lettuce leaves had made the crowd disperse. | |
| So, we're all as we lie | |
| We're all as we're lying. | |
| No, don't tell me it's time, | |
| It's all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, introspected ostraciser, | |
| Drinking up with no holes barred to play. | |
| Daphne lay beside the Silent Pool, | |
| When suddenly the air began to cool | |
| Otto heard it, running back, | |
| And tried to stop the thudding crack | |
| As Luther strode up, crying "Winter Rules". | |
| "Holy Mackerel", cried the Papal Prince, | |
| "You're out of bounds I'm really quite convinced". | |
| Luther drew his driver but the Pope pulled out a fiver | |
| And they halved the hole on points of sacraments | |
| So, we're all as we lie | |
| We're all as we're lying. | |
| No, don't tell me it's time, | |
| It's all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, Seven Sisters sympathiser | |
| Drinking up with no holes left to play. | |
| The hour of confrontation now was nigh | |
| As Plato and Justinian were tied, | |
| Locked in mortal combat firing vulture after wombat | |
| Their supremacy now could not be denied. | |
| The Seventeenth lay waiting for the pair | |
| As both advanced with silent, ashen stares | |
| But there they stood, incredulous, | |
| The distance reading "Nebulous" | |
| And "Best of luck, Buzz Aldrin beat you there". | |
| So, we're all as we lie | |
| We're all as we're lying. | |
| No, don't tell me it's time, | |
| It's all in the timing. | |
| So, we're all as we lie | |
| We're all as we're lying. | |
| No, don't tell me it's time, | |
| Or else I'll be crying. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| August saw a contest fit for Kings | |
| From far and wide they came to trade their swings | |
| Little grubs with stoneage clubs | |
| And tanners' sons with foxes gloves | |
| They came to face the stiffest course since Tring | |
| Harold took an eightiron at the first | |
| Hoped the hedge whilst Tostig chipped and cursed | |
| Sliced into a sticky patch and, playing out, | |
| He' d met his match | |
| When lettuce leaves had made the crowd disperse. | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, introspected ostraciser, | |
| Drinking up with no holes barred to play. | |
| Daphne lay beside the Silent Pool, | |
| When suddenly the air began to cool | |
| Otto heard it, running back, | |
| And tried to stop the thudding crack | |
| As Luther strode up, crying " Winter Rules". | |
| " Holy Mackerel", cried the Papal Prince, | |
| " You' re out of bounds I' m really quite convinced". | |
| Luther drew his driver but the Pope pulled out a fiver | |
| And they halved the hole on points of sacraments | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, Seven Sisters sympathiser | |
| Drinking up with no holes left to play. | |
| The hour of confrontation now was nigh | |
| As Plato and Justinian were tied, | |
| Locked in mortal combat firing vulture after wombat | |
| Their supremacy now could not be denied. | |
| The Seventeenth lay waiting for the pair | |
| As both advanced with silent, ashen stares | |
| But there they stood, incredulous, | |
| The distance reading " Nebulous" | |
| And " Best of luck, Buzz Aldrin beat you there". | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| Or else I' ll be crying. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| August saw a contest fit for Kings | |
| From far and wide they came to trade their swings | |
| Little grubs with stoneage clubs | |
| And tanners' sons with foxes gloves | |
| They came to face the stiffest course since Tring | |
| Harold took an eightiron at the first | |
| Hoped the hedge whilst Tostig chipped and cursed | |
| Sliced into a sticky patch and, playing out, | |
| He' d met his match | |
| When lettuce leaves had made the crowd disperse. | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, introspected ostraciser, | |
| Drinking up with no holes barred to play. | |
| Daphne lay beside the Silent Pool, | |
| When suddenly the air began to cool | |
| Otto heard it, running back, | |
| And tried to stop the thudding crack | |
| As Luther strode up, crying " Winter Rules". | |
| " Holy Mackerel", cried the Papal Prince, | |
| " You' re out of bounds I' m really quite convinced". | |
| Luther drew his driver but the Pope pulled out a fiver | |
| And they halved the hole on points of sacraments | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| Getting wiser, so much wiser, Seven Sisters sympathiser | |
| Drinking up with no holes left to play. | |
| The hour of confrontation now was nigh | |
| As Plato and Justinian were tied, | |
| Locked in mortal combat firing vulture after wombat | |
| Their supremacy now could not be denied. | |
| The Seventeenth lay waiting for the pair | |
| As both advanced with silent, ashen stares | |
| But there they stood, incredulous, | |
| The distance reading " Nebulous" | |
| And " Best of luck, Buzz Aldrin beat you there". | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| It' s all in the timing. | |
| So, we' re all as we lie | |
| We' re all as we' re lying. | |
| No, don' t tell me it' s time, | |
| Or else I' ll be crying. |