| Song | Pulling Faces |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Wise After the Event |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| Flashing meteors follows | |
| Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
| And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
| Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
| Stranded here on Ether | |
| I couldn't get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But I still seem to be torn | |
| From the Plough I have | |
| Seen the Earth rise | |
| And the Bear sailed away... | |
| Correlating clusters | |
| Destination undecided | |
| As the Virgan Voice cries, "Proceed to Orion" | |
| Lighting years with Aurora's Beacon | |
| Banished here for treason | |
| They didn't give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But still I seem to be torn | |
| From the Pole I have | |
| Seen the Crab rise | |
| And the Fish flew away... | |
| Pulling Faces in empty places | |
| And now at last we're forewarned | |
| And though the Bull's lost his horns – | |
| After years of trekking | |
| Through the Starglow, | |
| It's the End of the Universe. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| Flashing meteors follows | |
| Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
| And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
| Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
| Stranded here on Ether | |
| I couldn' t get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But I still seem to be torn | |
| From the Plough I have | |
| Seen the Earth rise | |
| And the Bear sailed away... | |
| Correlating clusters | |
| Destination undecided | |
| As the Virgan Voice cries, " Proceed to Orion" | |
| Lighting years with Aurora' s Beacon | |
| Banished here for treason | |
| They didn' t give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But still I seem to be torn | |
| From the Pole I have | |
| Seen the Crab rise | |
| And the Fish flew away... | |
| Pulling Faces in empty places | |
| And now at last we' re forewarned | |
| And though the Bull' s lost his horns | |
| After years of trekking | |
| Through the Starglow, | |
| It' s the End of the Universe. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| Flashing meteors follows | |
| Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
| And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
| Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
| Stranded here on Ether | |
| I couldn' t get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But I still seem to be torn | |
| From the Plough I have | |
| Seen the Earth rise | |
| And the Bear sailed away... | |
| Correlating clusters | |
| Destination undecided | |
| As the Virgan Voice cries, " Proceed to Orion" | |
| Lighting years with Aurora' s Beacon | |
| Banished here for treason | |
| They didn' t give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
| Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
| Grab the Bull by the horns | |
| But still I seem to be torn | |
| From the Pole I have | |
| Seen the Crab rise | |
| And the Fish flew away... | |
| Pulling Faces in empty places | |
| And now at last we' re forewarned | |
| And though the Bull' s lost his horns | |
| After years of trekking | |
| Through the Starglow, | |
| It' s the End of the Universe. |