he had white horses
and ladies by the score
all dressed in satin
and willing by the door
oooh, what a lucky man he was
oooh, what a lucky man he was
white face and feathers
they made up his bed
a gold-covered mattress
on which he was laid
oooh, what a lucky man he was
oooh, what a lucky man he was
he went to fight wars
for his country and his king
barbizona and his glory
the people would sing
oooh, what a lucky man he was
oooh, what a lucky man he was
a bullet had found him
his blood ran as he cried
no money could save him
so he lay down and he died
oooh, what a lucky man he was
oooh, what a lucky man he was
do you want to be an angel,
do you want to be a star,
do you want to play some magic on my guitar?
do you want to be a poet,
do you want to be my string?
you could be anything.
do you want to be the lover of another
undercover? you can even be the man on the moon.
do you want to be the player?
do you want to be the string?
let me tell you something,
it just don't mean a thing.
you see it really doesn't matter
when you're buried in disguise
by the dark glass on your eyes.
though your flesh has crystallized,
still... you turn me on.
still... you turn me on.
do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head,
do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?
do you want to be a colour cover magazing;
create a scene.
every day a little sadder,
a little madder,
someone get me a ladder.
do you want to be the singer.
do you want to be the song?
let me tell you something
you just couldn't be more wrong.
you see i really have to tell you
that it all gets so intense.
from my experience
it just doesn't seem to make sence,
still... you turn me on.
still... you turn me on.
這是今天晚上
你點的兩首歌。
emerson, lake and palmer.