所属专辑:In A Foreign Town
歌手: Peter Hammill
时长: 04:17
No thanks for the memory[00:00:15]
No thanks at all[00:00:19]
No way we can wipe the slate or contrive escape[00:00:22]
From the names we're called[00:00:27]
No thanks for the memory[00:00:33]
Here it comes again[00:00:37]
This life running on the spot[00:00:41]
Though we hide a lot[00:00:43]
With our cover names[00:00:45]
We can no more change the past than shed our skins[00:00:55]
But we keep on thinking that we might go someplace[00:01:09]
Where not a soul knows what has gone before[00:01:13]
With such headfuls of selfaccusation[00:01:17]
That we don't even know our own names anymore[00:01:20]
No thanks for the memory[00:01:28]
No thanks[00:01:35]
Call them by a different name and turn about[00:01:42]
We can no more change our spots than wash them out[00:01:57]
No thanks for the memory[00:02:12]
Locked in the frame[00:02:16]
No way we can change the pattern of things that happened[00:02:19]
Under cover names[00:02:24]
And we keep on skirting round the true confession[00:02:30]
With fresh identities and bestlaid plans[00:02:33]
And we keep on working to outreach the shadow[00:02:37]
But the shadow will outrun the man[00:02:41]
With such headfuls of selfaccusation[00:02:44]
That no pseudonyms can hide our shame[00:02:48]
Lost in a jungle of our own creation[00:02:51]
Lost in a labyrinth of cover names[00:02:55]
We can no more change the past than live again[00:03:02]
We can no more shed our skins than know our real names[00:03:17]
Nobody knows our real name[00:03:27]
Nobody knows their real name[00:03:37]
We hide under cover names[00:03:44]
No thanks for the memory[00:03:48]