Under Cover Names Lyrics

	作词 : Hammill
	No thanks for the memory, no thanks at all,
	no way we can wipe the slate or contrive escape
	from the names we're called.
	No thanks for the memory, here it comes again,
	this life running on the spot, though we hide a lot
	with our cover names.
	We can no more change the past than shed our skins.
	But we keep on thinking that we might go someplace
	where not a soul knows what has gone before,
	with such headfuls of self-accusation
	that we don't even know our own names anymore.
	No thanks for the memory,
	no thanks.
	Call them by a different name and turn about –
	we can no more change our spots than wash them out.
	No thanks for the memory, locked in the frame.
	No way we can change the pattern of things that happened
	under cover names.
	And we keep on skirting round the true confession,
	with fresh identities and best-laid plans;
	And we keep on working to outreach the shadow,
	but the shadow will outrun the man.
	With such headfuls of self-accusation,
	that no pseudonyms can hide our shame,
	lost in a jungle of our own creation,
	lost in a labyrinth of cover names...
	We can no more change the past than live again.
	We can no more shed our skins than know our real names.
	Nobody knows our real name,
	nobody knows their real name,
	we hide under cover names...
	No thanks for the memory.

	zuo ci : Hammill
	No thanks for the memory, no thanks at all,
	no way we can wipe the slate or contrive escape
	from the names we' re called.
	No thanks for the memory, here it comes again,
	this life running on the spot, though we hide a lot
	with our cover names.
	We can no more change the past than shed our skins.
	But we keep on thinking that we might go someplace
	where not a soul knows what has gone before,
	with such headfuls of selfaccusation
	that we don' t even know our own names anymore.
	No thanks for the memory,
	no thanks.
	Call them by a different name and turn about
	we can no more change our spots than wash them out.
	No thanks for the memory, locked in the frame.
	No way we can change the pattern of things that happened
	under cover names.
	And we keep on skirting round the true confession,
	with fresh identities and bestlaid plans
	And we keep on working to outreach the shadow,
	but the shadow will outrun the man.
	With such headfuls of selfaccusation,
	that no pseudonyms can hide our shame,
	lost in a jungle of our own creation,
	lost in a labyrinth of cover names...
	We can no more change the past than live again.
	We can no more shed our skins than know our real names.
	Nobody knows our real name,
	nobody knows their real name,
	we hide under cover names...
	No thanks for the memory.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	No thanks for the memory, no thanks at all,
	no way we can wipe the slate or contrive escape
	from the names we' re called.
	No thanks for the memory, here it comes again,
	this life running on the spot, though we hide a lot
	with our cover names.
	We can no more change the past than shed our skins.
	But we keep on thinking that we might go someplace
	where not a soul knows what has gone before,
	with such headfuls of selfaccusation
	that we don' t even know our own names anymore.
	No thanks for the memory,
	no thanks.
	Call them by a different name and turn about
	we can no more change our spots than wash them out.
	No thanks for the memory, locked in the frame.
	No way we can change the pattern of things that happened
	under cover names.
	And we keep on skirting round the true confession,
	with fresh identities and bestlaid plans
	And we keep on working to outreach the shadow,
	but the shadow will outrun the man.
	With such headfuls of selfaccusation,
	that no pseudonyms can hide our shame,
	lost in a jungle of our own creation,
	lost in a labyrinth of cover names...
	We can no more change the past than live again.
	We can no more shed our skins than know our real names.
	Nobody knows our real name,
	nobody knows their real name,
	we hide under cover names...
	No thanks for the memory.

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