Testo Almost Medieval - The Human League
Testo della canzone Almost Medieval (The Human League), tratta dall'album Rock Generation, Vol.8
There's something in your soul
That makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died
About six hundred times
There's less of me now
And more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac
There's no stage coach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man
On the gibbet
Soft lenses
Chromatic glasses
Small world dimly seen through cataracts
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumours spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the left
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses
Chromatic glasses
Small world dimly seen through cataracts
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the left
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program
Newspaper
So they say
Rumours spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the left
Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
There's something in your soul
That makes me feel so old
In fact I think I've died
About six hundred times
There's less of me now
And more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men
Jump off the tarmac
There's no stage coach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man
On the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac
There's no stage coach speed limit
Outside the office swings the man
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Writer(s): Philip Oakey, Martyn Ware, Ian Craig Marsh
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