[00:00.00] 作词 : David Sylvian/Otomo Yoshihide/秋山徹次/松原幸子/中村としまる
[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Sylvian/Otomo Yoshihide/秋山徹次/松原幸子/中村としまる
[02:26.49]Here we are then here we are
[02:32.45]
[02:34.74]Notes from a suicide
[02:37.89]
[02:44.18]And he will never ever be
[02:48.26]
[02:49.79]The Greatest Living Englishman
[02:54.15]
[03:09.79]It's such a melancholy blue
[03:13.60]
[03:15.00]Or a grey of no significance
[03:18.89]
[03:21.74]Plastic coated surfaces
[03:25.11]
[03:27.25]A space to place his suitcase
[03:30.99]
[03:32.53]As it's passed from A to B
[03:36.21]
[03:59.69]But it's such a melancholy blue
[04:03.52]
[04:05.13]The curtains round the bed are drawn
[04:08.89]
[04:10.39]Broadcast voices from the ward
[04:13.76]
[04:15.69]The humming of machines hurt
[04:18.87]
[04:21.18]But there are distances between
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[04:28.88]Yes there are distances between
[04:34.92]
[04:49.69]His aspirations visited him nightly
[04:54.29]
[04:56.08]And amounted to so little
[04:59.92]
[05:01.51]Too much self in his writing
[05:04.67]
[05:07.56]Now he will never ever be
[05:10.88]
[05:13.39]The Greatest Living Englishman
[05:18.84]
[05:31.12]The engine shifts into second gear
[05:34.74]
[05:36.02]They're all aboard accounted for
[05:39.98]
[05:40.95]It's a journey he must make alone
[05:44.79]
[05:46.36]The black sheep boy is leaving home
[05:51.20]
[05:56.06]It's been rehearsed a thousand times or more
[06:00.81]
[06:02.04]He's well prepared of that he's sure
[06:06.38]
[06:10.30]But still it's such a melancholy blue
[06:13.68]
[06:17.42]As he erased a page of history
[06:21.22]
[06:23.22]Much as he'd intended to
[06:26.55]
[06:53.22]He wouldn't speak or show you he was happy
[06:57.72]
[06:59.44]Though you'd meet him with your eyes
[07:02.33]
[07:05.22]There was a wall that always stood between you
[07:09.72]
[07:12.61]He'd shut himself outside
[07:16.22]
[07:27.05]And the love that he engendered
[07:30.50]
[07:31.46]Would never be enough
[07:33.81]
[07:35.37]For him to feel alive
[07:38.41]
[07:39.19]Warm and tender
[07:41.96]
[07:44.93]He'd shut himself outside
[07:48.45]
[08:08.33]Not a fake or a sham
[08:11.20]But dug in deep and fighting
[08:14.28]
[08:16.57]The world could not embrace a man
[08:20.16]
[08:21.45]With so much self in his writing
[08:25.35]
[08:43.64]And he was never gonna be
[08:47.94]
[08:49.43]The Greatest Living Englishman
[08:54.04]
[08:57.66]He had ideas above his station
[09:01.21]
[09:03.89]Minor virtues go unmentioned
[09:08.32]
[09:15.92]Little England you fit like a straightjacket
[09:20.26]Hemmed by the genius of others
[09:24.10]
[09:26.17]He said
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[09:28.49]To conquer the world is not to the trace
[09:33.35]
[09:35.01]Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face
[09:41.24]
[09:47.96]A grey of no significance

作词 : David Sylvian/Otomo Yoshihide/秋山徹次/松原幸子/中村としまる
作曲 : David Sylvian/Otomo Yoshihide/秋山徹次/松原幸子/中村としまる
Here we are then here we are
Notes from a suicide
And he will never ever be
The Greatest Living Englishman
It's such a melancholy blue
Or a grey of no significance
Plastic coated surfaces
A space to place his suitcase
As it's passed from A to B
But it's such a melancholy blue
The curtains round the bed are drawn
Broadcast voices from the ward
The humming of machines hurt
But there are distances between
Yes there are distances between
His aspirations visited him nightly
And amounted to so little
Too much self in his writing
Now he will never ever be
The Greatest Living Englishman
The engine shifts into second gear
They're all aboard accounted for
It's a journey he must make alone
The black sheep boy is leaving home
It's been rehearsed a thousand times or more
He's well prepared of that he's sure
But still it's such a melancholy blue
As he erased a page of history
Much as he'd intended to
He wouldn't speak or show you he was happy
Though you'd meet him with your eyes
There was a wall that always stood between you
He'd shut himself outside
And the love that he engendered
Would never be enough
For him to feel alive
Warm and tender
He'd shut himself outside
Not a fake or a sham
But dug in deep and fighting
The world could not embrace a man
With so much self in his writing
And he was never gonna be
The Greatest Living Englishman
He had ideas above his station
Minor virtues go unmentioned
Little England you fit like a straightjacket
Hemmed by the genius of others
He said
To conquer the world is not to the trace
Remove even the shadow of the memory of your face
A grey of no significance