B.f.p.o.*
Army dreamers.
Mammys hero.B.f.p.o.
Mammys hero.
Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
Ive a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammys hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste –
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Tears oer a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasnt to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldnt win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now hes sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste –
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh…
(b.f.p.o.)
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum…
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum…
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
(Kate Bush -The Whole Story)
B.f.p.o.*
Army dreamers.
Mammys hero.B.f.p.o.
Mammys hero.
Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
Ive a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammys hero.
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste –
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Tears oer a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasnt to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldnt win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now hes sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.
What could he do?
Should have been a rock star.
But he didnt have the money for a guitar.
What could he do?
Should have been a politician.
But he never had a proper education.
What could he do?
Should have been a father.
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste –
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh…
(b.f.p.o.)
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum…
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum…
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
Army dreamers.
(mammys hero.)
(b.f.p.o.)
No harm heroes.
今天走在路上，看见一个老爷爷和一个老奶奶，本来没有什么稀奇。
但是那个老奶奶突然用童声问了一句：几点了？
老爷爷没有听清，于是她又问了一句。
四点半。他说。
当时明明是三点多。
于是突然想起了Kate Bush，因为她的声音。
走到银行街，摆满了花环，无数花环，把街道都给堵住了。
不知道是哪个银行的行长去世。
“我们的小士兵，被邮政军带回家：
紫色的常青藤花圈，装点妈妈的小英雄。
清晨的机场天气转暖，他却是冷的；
四个穿制服的男人，把小士兵带回家。
他能够做什么？
他本来要是摇滚明星，但是他没钱买吉他；
他本来要是政治家，但是他没有受教育；
他本来会是一个父亲，但是他没有活到二十岁。
多浪费，军队里的梦想家，
多浪费，军队里的梦想家。
眼泪掉在小盒子上，
耶稣基督，他不知道，
如同小鸡对抗狐狸，他怎能独自取胜？
佩好他的徽章，给他所有你的荣誉条带
现在他待在他的洞里
他也许会因此而很好”
听着这首歌，不免想得太多，一点伤感。
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