[00:00.000] 作词 : Richard Dawson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Richard Dawson
[11:31.625]I'm awake but I can’t yet see;
[11:38.649]An eager chiffchaff is heralding me
[11:45.426]The image starts to form of a four-poster bed
[11:53.454]Sprung in the clarts of a riverbend
[11:59.973]And the Claviger knows
[12:04.244]When the beaded shoots go
[12:07.758]Through the arid interstix of my toes
[12:15.286]Among the mazed roots of Rowan as
[12:20.807]I pass my waste
[12:28.331]Vaporous shafts of a burgeoning sun
[12:34.856]Skewer the forest-floor onto a world fresh begun
[12:42.887]All in the Name of the Harvest
[12:46.903]I.e. our ever-onrushing plasma
[12:57.438]Shadows of leaves
[13:01.963]Mottled by thе cleaves
[13:05.727]Of caterpillar's ardеnt mandibles
[13:13.004]Form a basketweave of glowing mud
[13:19.277]Bluebells in bud
[13:25.802]Linen smock
[13:33.248]And scarlet-embroidered mantua
[13:41.278]Descend from alderbranches shined with dew to settle
[13:44.851]Onto my body
[13:48.615]A little emerald brooch
[13:52.129]Unclasps itself from moss
[13:55.653]To alight upon my breast.
[13:59.458]I step into a slipperpair -
[14:03.474]Exquisite replicas of those worn by
[14:07.236]Ada, the Enchantress of Numbers.
[14:16.017]Two swallowed cups
[14:20.636]Of pureed bilberries
[14:30.673]Which grow in abundance
[14:35.190]By the cornmill ruins:
[14:42.723]One hungers for nothing
[15:28.526]Now let's follow
[15:35.803]These tracks of a Fallow Deer -
[15:43.580]Sentences of clay leading away from here
[15:56.812]Out of the yawning dene
[16:04.089]And over a gorsey brow vanishes
[16:12.122]Her black horseshoe rump and tattered tail
[16:18.145]Into a gossamer vale
[16:27.929]At the heather-tousled crest of
[16:33.699]Yeavering Bell we may enter a
[16:39.722]Stone beacon-tower
[16:42.984]From which the eye may
[16:46.497]Hold a whole sweep of the kingdom:
[16:53.523]Hazy marshes, crow-pocked copses,
[17:00.731]Patchwork meadows labyrinthed with hedgerows
[17:07.256]Gently declining to a fluff of woodsmoke
[17:14.031]Clung to the fringe of the North Sea;
[17:20.813]The village of Bebba
[17:24.558]Where once I lived, a
[17:27.819]Fisher, before I was forced to flee
[18:37.794]One fair morn, wrapped in a shawl of salt-mist
[18:46.829]I gathered in my pots of White-Clawed Crayfish
[18:54.206]And from those sucking sands
[18:57.970]Did I make my way
[19:01.482]Dripping to the kitchendoor of the Crossed Keys
[19:10.266]Young Charley Wheatstone, the innkeeper’s lad
[19:18.298]With the same star-shaped birthmark as his dad
[19:25.073]Set square on his chin
[19:30.844]Bid me a shy "hail fellow"
[19:37.621]And emptied the squeaking traps
[19:44.652]Into a pewter trough
[19:51.931]The forlorn brewer, lacking ample coin
[19:58.959]Apologised with a token of grubs on a stick
[20:05.483]And suggested payment take the form
[20:10.503]Of an upgrade to my visual and ontoceptual cortexes.
[20:21.544]Back in the throes of my then-home -
[20:25.568](A blubberlit chamber, off the cliff-crazing tunnels beneath the fort) -
[20:37.118]I donned Diogenes' Robes, imbibed the Code
[20:50.165]And disappeared into a dream of Kittiwakes,
[21:04.216]A hundred billion voices echoing around a
[21:08.483]Dark amphitheatre;
[21:11.746]Still ringing in my ears
[21:15.008]As I went, creel in hand
[21:19.023]Through the Bog of Names.
[21:22.286]Upon entering a blossom grove
[21:26.801]I went into total spasm as a
[21:30.817]Storm of info broke abruptly across my retinas
[21:38.824]I came around to an enhanced perception
[21:54.044]Of every life-form within a ten-yard radius
[22:05.198]Each throbbed with its own aurora.
[22:20.755]Utterly awed
[22:27.530]I'd inadvertently drawn to my mind's-eye
[22:34.556]A lone Ashy Miner Bee, as if to a plate
[22:41.332]Under a microscope
[22:48.376]I sobbed as I zoomed among
[22:55.400]Individual hairs on its forelegs and face
[23:02.174]And stared for a long time into the ommatidia.
[23:16.447]Performing a scan
[23:23.223]On a cache of False Death Caps
[23:30.249]I found I could trace their history
[23:38.279]All the way back to manufacture
[23:43.048]Slippery Jack, Amethyst Deceiver
[23:57.944]Fairy Rings, Penny Buns, Hen Of The Wood...
[24:11.743]I was amazed
[24:18.519]Scrolling not only the funguses yesterdays
[24:26.548]But also their myriad yet-bloomed tomorrows
[24:44.357]With a burden of redcurrants
[24:50.350]And wild garlic at my elbow
[24:56.875]I wearily made my
[25:00.388]Way along Crackpool Burn,
[25:03.242]Joining the coast road at Glororum.
[25:09.450]Up ahead I could see what
[25:16.227]Looked to be a robot knelt in the lane
[25:22.751]Revealed at a higher magnification
[25:29.526]As a gilt-clad knight of Old
[25:36.049]Submerged at the waist in
[25:39.563]Unyielding concrete
[25:43.077]Flailing his arms to a windmill of gold.
[25:53.115]Lifting up the poor soul's visor
[25:59.639]My gaze met with a mask of
[26:06.662]Vein-popping fury -
[26:10.174]Or was it abject fear? -
[26:14.354]Gasping the Chivalric oath.
[26:20.130]Then, it was over -
[26:24.397]He split asunder
[26:27.911]Gleaming armour dissolving to unveil
[26:35.940]The apprentice of Godwin the Whitesmith, a merest sliver of a man
[26:48.739]Stooped to retrieve the platinum from his mouth I
[26:56.769]Heard halted hooves in the dust, and the cry "MURDERER!"
[28:58.892]Tiny cobles out at sea
[29:12.945]A black wall of cloud in the east
[29:25.244]And a taper of rainbow
[29:39.540]Faintly aglow
[29:44.307]Amidst their wakes
[29:55.226]Tiny cobles out at sea
[30:08.775]A black wall of cloud in the east
[30:20.569]And a taper of rainbow
[30:35.344]Faintly aglow
[30:40.111]Amidst their wakes
[30:50.903]Tiny cobles out at sea
[31:04.703]A black wall of cloud in the east
[31:17.000]And a taper of rainbow
[31:31.310]Faintly aglow
[31:36.322]Amidst their wakes
[31:46.755]Tiny cobles out at sea
[32:01.310]A black wall of cloud in the east
[32:13.791]And a taper of rainbow
[32:28.596]Faintly aglow
[32:33.867]Amidst their wakes
[32:44.658]Tiny cobles out at sea
[32:58.963]A black wall of cloud in the east
[33:11.258]And a taper of rainbow
[33:26.064]Faintly aglow
[33:31.083]Amidst their wakes
[33:41.624]Tiny cobles out at sea
[33:55.925]A black wall of cloud in the east
[34:08.223]And a taper of rainbow
[34:22.927]Faintly aglow
[34:27.946]Amidst their wakes
[34:38.997]Tiny cobles out at sea
[34:53.454]A black wall of cloud in the east
[35:05.749]And a taper of rainbow
[35:20.303]Faintly aglow
[35:25.685]Amidst their wakes

作词 : Richard Dawson
作曲 : Richard Dawson
I'm awake but I can’t yet see;
An eager chiffchaff is heralding me
The image starts to form of a four-poster bed
Sprung in the clarts of a riverbend
And the Claviger knows
When the beaded shoots go
Through the arid interstix of my toes
Among the mazed roots of Rowan as
I pass my waste
Vaporous shafts of a burgeoning sun
Skewer the forest-floor onto a world fresh begun
All in the Name of the Harvest
I.e. our ever-onrushing plasma
Shadows of leaves
Mottled by thе cleaves
Of caterpillar's ardеnt mandibles
Form a basketweave of glowing mud
Bluebells in bud
Linen smock
And scarlet-embroidered mantua
Descend from alderbranches shined with dew to settle
Onto my body
A little emerald brooch
Unclasps itself from moss
To alight upon my breast.
I step into a slipperpair -
Exquisite replicas of those worn by
Ada, the Enchantress of Numbers.
Two swallowed cups
Of pureed bilberries
Which grow in abundance
By the cornmill ruins:
One hungers for nothing
Now let's follow
These tracks of a Fallow Deer -
Sentences of clay leading away from here
Out of the yawning dene
And over a gorsey brow vanishes
Her black horseshoe rump and tattered tail
Into a gossamer vale
At the heather-tousled crest of
Yeavering Bell we may enter a
Stone beacon-tower
From which the eye may
Hold a whole sweep of the kingdom:
Hazy marshes, crow-pocked copses,
Patchwork meadows labyrinthed with hedgerows
Gently declining to a fluff of woodsmoke
Clung to the fringe of the North Sea;
The village of Bebba
Where once I lived, a
Fisher, before I was forced to flee
One fair morn, wrapped in a shawl of salt-mist
I gathered in my pots of White-Clawed Crayfish
And from those sucking sands
Did I make my way
Dripping to the kitchendoor of the Crossed Keys
Young Charley Wheatstone, the innkeeper’s lad
With the same star-shaped birthmark as his dad
Set square on his chin
Bid me a shy "hail fellow"
And emptied the squeaking traps
Into a pewter trough
The forlorn brewer, lacking ample coin
Apologised with a token of grubs on a stick
And suggested payment take the form
Of an upgrade to my visual and ontoceptual cortexes.
Back in the throes of my then-home -
(A blubberlit chamber, off the cliff-crazing tunnels beneath the fort) -
I donned Diogenes' Robes, imbibed the Code
And disappeared into a dream of Kittiwakes,
A hundred billion voices echoing around a
Dark amphitheatre;
Still ringing in my ears
As I went, creel in hand
Through the Bog of Names.
Upon entering a blossom grove
I went into total spasm as a
Storm of info broke abruptly across my retinas
I came around to an enhanced perception
Of every life-form within a ten-yard radius
Each throbbed with its own aurora.
Utterly awed
I'd inadvertently drawn to my mind's-eye
A lone Ashy Miner Bee, as if to a plate
Under a microscope
I sobbed as I zoomed among
Individual hairs on its forelegs and face
And stared for a long time into the ommatidia.
Performing a scan
On a cache of False Death Caps
I found I could trace their history
All the way back to manufacture
Slippery Jack, Amethyst Deceiver
Fairy Rings, Penny Buns, Hen Of The Wood...
I was amazed
Scrolling not only the funguses yesterdays
But also their myriad yet-bloomed tomorrows
With a burden of redcurrants
And wild garlic at my elbow
I wearily made my
Way along Crackpool Burn,
Joining the coast road at Glororum.
Up ahead I could see what
Looked to be a robot knelt in the lane
Revealed at a higher magnification
As a gilt-clad knight of Old
Submerged at the waist in
Unyielding concrete
Flailing his arms to a windmill of gold.
Lifting up the poor soul's visor
My gaze met with a mask of
Vein-popping fury -
Or was it abject fear? -
Gasping the Chivalric oath.
Then, it was over -
He split asunder
Gleaming armour dissolving to unveil
The apprentice of Godwin the Whitesmith, a merest sliver of a man
Stooped to retrieve the platinum from his mouth I
Heard halted hooves in the dust, and the cry "MURDERER!"
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes
Tiny cobles out at sea
A black wall of cloud in the east
And a taper of rainbow
Faintly aglow
Amidst their wakes