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  • 标题:One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All

    艺人:Jethro Tull

    专辑:Minstrel In The Gallery

    作词:Anderson

    作曲:Ian Anderson

    制谱人:Fatih Ayvenli

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 144

    注释:There's a haze on the skyline,to wish me on my wayAnd there's a note on the telephoneSome roses on a trayAnd the motorway's stretchingright out to us allAs I pull on my old wingsone white duck on your wallIsn't it just too damn real?One white duck on your wallOne duck on your wallI'll catch a ride on your violinstrung upon your bowAnd I'll float on your melodysing your chorus soft and lowThere's a picture-view postcardto say that I calledYou can see from the fireplaceone white duck on your wallIsn't it just too damn real?One white duck on your wallOne duck on your wallOne duck on your wallSo fly away Peter and fly away Paulfrom the finger-tip ledge of contentmentThe long restless rustle of high-heeled boots callAnd I'm probably bound to deceive you after allSomething must be wrong with me and my brainIf I'm so patently unrewardingBut my dreams are for dreaming andbest left that wayand my zero to your power of ten equalsNothing at all3:22There's no double-lock defensethere's no chain on my doorand I'm available for consultationBut remember your way in is alsomy way outand love's four-letter word is no compensationWell, I'm the black ace dog-handlerI'm a waiter on skatesso don't you jump to your foreskin conclusionBecause I'm up to my deaf ears incold breakfast traysTo be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion
    标记:IntroVerse 1Verse 2Nothing At AllVerse 3Verse 4Verse 5Verse 6
    歌词:
    There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
    And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray.
    And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
    as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall.
    Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall.
    One duck on your wall.
    I'll catch a ride on your violin strung upon your bow.
    And I'll float on your melody sing your chorus soft and low.
    There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
    You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall.
    Isn't it just too damn real? One white duck on your wall.
    One duck on your wall. One duck on your wall.

    So fly away Peter and fly away Paul
    from the finger-tip ledge of contentment.
    Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
    And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.

    Something must be wrong with me and my brain
    if I'm so patently unrewarding.
    But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
    and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.

    There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
    I'm available for consultation,
    But remember your way in is also my way out,
    and love's four-letter word is no compensation.

    Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates
    so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
    Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
    to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.
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