[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jacobs[00:26.07]As the village gives me up for dead[00:29.55]I hide in a neighbour's bed[00:33.03]Then under the door glides a river of glossy red[00:39.18]A fruit in a fractured skin[00:42.45]A slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling through[00:48.84]The boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crew[00:58.98]I can't get my head around spread betting[01:02.85]I'd rather use the Cher setting[01:05.19]The world's financial markets hold no interest for me[01:11.55]That man from the string quartet[01:14.91]Is wearing the thing that he won in a drunken bet[01:21.33]Your friend's trying to call you[01:22.98]It looks like he might be upset[01:31.68]Intricate patterns of light dictate the tone[01:36.39]Downed by a wink from a sylph I've never known[01:42.66]I'm so alone[02:25.47]The cutting-room men from the studio got their wish[02:35.61]The clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dish[02:45.27]My seventy-eights in the move were all smashed apart[02:55.35]The legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart