所属专辑:Wild Orchids
歌手: Steve Hackett
时长: 00:47
Down Street - Steve Hackett[00:00:00]
Dear friend you've come at last[00:00:08]
I wish to impart to you something of a deeply personal nature[00:00:10]
Dare we venture off the map[00:00:15]
And indeed between the cracks[00:00:20]
To a private road of sorts[00:00:24]
I presume you have a strong will[00:00:29]
And the stomach to match the underbelly of our fair city[00:00:33]
You'll need this firm crowbar[00:00:42]
Whilst I implore you to utilise no sense of smell[00:00:45]
And to think people live down there[00:00:54]
A rush of chill air heralds our clattering necropolis railway[00:00:58]
Like a Transylvanian express plunging into rivers of fungi algae and eels[00:01:08]
Ten million rats one for each one of us[00:01:18]
And to think people live down there[00:01:22]
A race of wild hogs inhabit the sewers of Hampstead[00:01:26]
A cesspool suburb superb supreme[00:01:34]
Catacombs of Kensal Green[00:01:37]
I know you'd like to slime away[00:01:43]
Like those walled up under Whitechapel[00:01:46]
But I've my own kind of Jubilee line out of sight and out of mind[00:01:50]
And to think you'll have to live down there[00:01:55]
Strangled streams smothered rivers London always gives me the shivers[00:02:08]
Forty abandoned stations and Churchill's last bolthole[00:03:03]
Impregnable as Hitler's bunker[00:03:11]
Can't you see them dancing on the platform at Down Street[00:03:15]