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The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes and Freud

Blood, Sweat & Tears2014年5月7日

The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes and Freud 歌詞

The Modern Adventures of Plato, Diogenes and Freud - Blood, Sweat & Tears

Written by:Al Kooper

 

Father of my morning once my child to the night

 

I see that you have minds to cop

And I can only watch with sickened sorrow

 

Little do you know of the progressions that you teach

 

The people that you reach are tired

Of livin' in a world of elastic towers

 

You dance with them and sing a song of changes

 

And talk with them of life and all it's dangers

 

Surround yourself with now familiar strangers

 

Who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time

 

And the clock on the wall is a bore

 

As you wander past the door

And find him lying on the floor

 

As he begs you for some more you frozen smile

 

You cannot ever picture me

 

You know me by my mind

 

A file for your travelogue oblivious to the night

The fog around you

 

The germs they are ridiculous they bother you at night

 

The blood that rushes to your brain

The ticket on the plane you're never catching

 

The price you pay exclusive of your taxes

 

To chop you up inside with tiny axes

 

The girl looks up to you from floors she waxes

 

And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes

 

And the clock on the wall is a bore

 

As you wander past the door

And find him lying on the floor

 

As he begs you for some more you frozen smile

 

The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face

 

Are hidden by the fake-up man

 

Who lives inside the Sterno can beside you

 

Now climb ye to the mountains

As the sun is almost gone

 

Escaping from your other selves

Your brothers hide among the shelves inside you

 

The games that people play can only bore you

 

But only those that know you don't ignore you

 

And how many times have I come there to restore you

 

And caught you lying on the couch with father time

 

And the clock on the wall is a bore

 

As you wander past the door

And find him lying on the floor

 

As he begs you for some more you frozen smile