《The Greatest Living Englishman》是David Sylvian演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Died In The Wool》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：The Greatest Living Englishman
- 所屬專輯：Died In The Wool
- 歌曲原唱：David Sylvian
- 發行日期：2011年05月20日
歌曲歌詞
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
