DREAD (Radio Edit) - Voka Gentle/Bells.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : William Stokes/Imogen Mason/Eleanor Mason
[00:00.12] 作曲 : William Stokes/Imogen Mason/Eleanor Mason
[00:00.24]One such disciple of certain schools of crumbling unfiltered thought,
[00:05.61]Gold medals of success shivering next to those I’ve already caught,
[00:10.92]Deep down in my head I know that I’m nothing if not a mugshot tiger,
[00:16.26]Throw on my hat, pick up my bell and become the town crier.
[00:21.58]‘Hey take one sec, prick your ears up quick, the fanfare’s belting silver!’
[00:26.85]Shimmers of flag-like unfurling ties on shining polyester,
[00:32.04]Kids filming, phones, looks like some vigil snaking along the pavement,
[00:37.54]‘Look out America, here I come!’
[00:40.92]The King of England!
[00:50.19]You ain’t seen nothing yet!
[00:53.55]Mr. Brown takes one last drag, flicks the butt out into the night.
[00:55.68]Goes home, gets bored and watches porn, chiding himself: ‘it’s a vice.’
[00:57.09]Wakes to the sound of trumpets belting out and into the street,
[00:58.50]Looks out and cracks a smile and then from the open window retreats.
[01:07.35]As if touched by love, or some such secret telling final truth,
[01:12.21]He falls back onto his bed laughing,
[01:15.00]Runs down, pulls on both his shoes.
[01:17.49]‘They’re throwing pound coins at the crowd, Mr. Brown! Don’t you want in?
[01:22.89]They’re burning flags and cars and martyrs for some very good reason.’
[01:28.05]Homing down the packed and swaying pavements, donning his crown,
[01:33.45]His gait becomes a stride while in his mind he’s killed Mr. Brown,
[01:38.91]Looks up, sees a gold empty throne hoisted on shoulders of his subjects, baying, siren-like,
[01:46.29]Who’s the king of England!
[01:57.24]Look who’s laughing now!
[02:08.82]The King of England!
[02:18.27]England, take a bow!
[02:32.46]Britannia! Ruled and enslaved my ancestors across Caribbean waves
[02:37.77]And siphoned sugar to the Tate,
[02:40.02]While the Raj decimated my mother’s land.
[02:43.41]Oh, indigo, India.
[02:43.77]A tea leaf is a bitter sip,
[02:44.28]Toiled under the slaver’s whip,
[02:45.00]Yet let it urge your delusions of empire
[02:45.99]to cure this pestilent ignorance.
[02:47.01]Hear me, hear me oh reckoning bell!
[02:47.64]What values are your union built on?
[02:49.95]For you cannot serve both God and Mammon.
[02:53.55]Destruction derby: Aston Martin vs Mercedes Benz.
[02:58.92]Two world wars, one world cup- don’t think that we won’t do it again.
[03:04.20]No need to re-read reams of terms and conditions, click agree!
[03:09.57]This island’s got what the world needs…
[03:12.96]The king of England!
[03:22.50]Look who’s laughing now!
[03:34.17]The King of England!
[03:43.59]England, take a bow!