The Last Dictator I Lyrics

Song	The Last Dictator I
Artist	Crime & the City Solution
Album	Paradise Discotheque
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	作词 : Adams, Bonney, Hacke, Harvey ...
	The Last Dictator to the station crept
	In tattered clothes he lay down and wept
	Shook his fists at all the world and hissed
	'Is this it, is this it?
	My farewell delegation
	These few trees
	This station that is no station
	That is left, that is mine
	I could have saved you all
	You gave me so little time'
	Well the Angels who'd hung around
	And dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they'd schemed their schemes
	Awoke and said 'Dick, we understand you to the letter
	But you could have it like it was before, only better'
	'Yes, I'd like that - I'd try again
	But will you make them bow and honor my name?'
	'Oh yes, by comparison the last time will seem rather tame
	We'll set you up in the desert
	In a discotheque called Parody, that's French for paradise
	Like an immovable spot, rest now you've had a rough trot'
	The Last Dictator woke from where he'd been
	In a mood that was mean, he related the dream
	'I'm in a very bad mood; I had a very bad dream
	What do you think these things mean?'
	'I dreamed of an Ice Machine
	In the dream I dragged the machine
	To the remotest ends of the world
	From one hot spot to the next
	The spots being populated entirely by brown skinned babies
	Who while seemingly very young were in fact very old
	These beautiful and innocent children
	With their knowing eyes and their wild and neurotic dances
	DID NOT WANT MY ICE MACHINE'
	'Yes, yes' said the Angels
	'And were you displeased?'
	'I was - they'd best beware, they'd best take care'
	Well the Angels who'd hung around and dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they'd schemed their schemes
	Clapped and said, 'Dick
	You are the one - you are'
	'Yes I am'
	'Yes you are'

	zuo ci : Adams, Bonney, Hacke, Harvey ...
	The Last Dictator to the station crept
	In tattered clothes he lay down and wept
	Shook his fists at all the world and hissed
	' Is this it, is this it?
	My farewell delegation
	These few trees
	This station that is no station
	That is left, that is mine
	I could have saved you all
	You gave me so little time'
	Well the Angels who' d hung around
	And dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they' d schemed their schemes
	Awoke and said ' Dick, we understand you to the letter
	But you could have it like it was before, only better'
	' Yes, I' d like that I' d try again
	But will you make them bow and honor my name?'
	' Oh yes, by comparison the last time will seem rather tame
	We' ll set you up in the desert
	In a discotheque called Parody, that' s French for paradise
	Like an immovable spot, rest now you' ve had a rough trot'
	The Last Dictator woke from where he' d been
	In a mood that was mean, he related the dream
	' I' m in a very bad mood I had a very bad dream
	What do you think these things mean?'
	' I dreamed of an Ice Machine
	In the dream I dragged the machine
	To the remotest ends of the world
	From one hot spot to the next
	The spots being populated entirely by brown skinned babies
	Who while seemingly very young were in fact very old
	These beautiful and innocent children
	With their knowing eyes and their wild and neurotic dances
	DID NOT WANT MY ICE MACHINE'
	' Yes, yes' said the Angels
	' And were you displeased?'
	' I was they' d best beware, they' d best take care'
	Well the Angels who' d hung around and dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they' d schemed their schemes
	Clapped and said, ' Dick
	You are the one you are'
	' Yes I am'
	' Yes you are'

	zuò cí : Adams, Bonney, Hacke, Harvey ...
	The Last Dictator to the station crept
	In tattered clothes he lay down and wept
	Shook his fists at all the world and hissed
	' Is this it, is this it?
	My farewell delegation
	These few trees
	This station that is no station
	That is left, that is mine
	I could have saved you all
	You gave me so little time'
	Well the Angels who' d hung around
	And dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they' d schemed their schemes
	Awoke and said ' Dick, we understand you to the letter
	But you could have it like it was before, only better'
	' Yes, I' d like that I' d try again
	But will you make them bow and honor my name?'
	' Oh yes, by comparison the last time will seem rather tame
	We' ll set you up in the desert
	In a discotheque called Parody, that' s French for paradise
	Like an immovable spot, rest now you' ve had a rough trot'
	The Last Dictator woke from where he' d been
	In a mood that was mean, he related the dream
	' I' m in a very bad mood I had a very bad dream
	What do you think these things mean?'
	' I dreamed of an Ice Machine
	In the dream I dragged the machine
	To the remotest ends of the world
	From one hot spot to the next
	The spots being populated entirely by brown skinned babies
	Who while seemingly very young were in fact very old
	These beautiful and innocent children
	With their knowing eyes and their wild and neurotic dances
	DID NOT WANT MY ICE MACHINE'
	' Yes, yes' said the Angels
	' And were you displeased?'
	' I was they' d best beware, they' d best take care'
	Well the Angels who' d hung around and dreamed their dreams
	For eternity they' d schemed their schemes
	Clapped and said, ' Dick
	You are the one you are'
	' Yes I am'
	' Yes you are'

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