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Across This Antheap by XTC
Lyrics & Translation
English
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.
(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em. Ziggedy zag, hey hey)
A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud.
Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs allowed.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
War planes go over but no wages go 'round.
A sign goes up to say hey we're twin towned.
The dough is rising but no bread will be baked.
The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked.
We're spending millions to learn to speak porpoise,
When human loneliness is still a deafening noise.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
And let me rest my bones.
And all the world's babies are crying still.
While all the police cars harmonize with power drills.
As jets and kettles form a chord with screeching gulls.
Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on human skulls.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap.
On and on past widows who'll weep.
On and on no more than skin deep.
On and on across this antheap.
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Across This Antheap by XTC
Across This Antheap* (original XTC)
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.
(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em. Ziggedy zag, hey hey)
A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud.
Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs allowed.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
War planes go over but no wages go 'round.
A sign goes up to say hey we're twin towned.
The dough is rising but no bread will be baked.
The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked.
We're spending millions to learn to speak porpoise,
When human loneliness is still a deafening noise.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
And let me rest my bones.
And all the world's babies are crying still.
While all the police cars harmonize with power drills.
As jets and kettles form a chord with screeching gulls.
Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on human skulls.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap.
On and on past widows who'll weep.
On and on no more than skin deep.
On and on across this antheap.
Across This Antheap (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Soldados, trabajadores, esclavos y granjeros,
Enfermeras, reinas y zánganos.
Ojalá me dejaran la cabeza esta noche,
Dejarme descansar mis huesos.
(Ziggedy zig zag, solo mírenlos. Ziggedy zag, hey hey)
Mil millones de pies suenan como mil millones de tambores.
Una cama cruje mientras el mesías viene.
Los coches chocan y el tocino es troceado.
El ataúd es bajado y los almuerzos son empacados.
Todavía segregando porque nosotros los insectos somos demasiado orgullosos.
No importa de qué color de gato seas, no se permiten perros.
Y el cielo que grita no me dejará dormir.
Las estrellas se ríen de nosotros,
Mientras nos arrastramos una y otra vez por este hormiguero.
Aviones de guerra pasan pero no hay salarios que circulen.
Un cartel se levanta para decir, hey, somos ciudades hermanadas.
La masa está subiendo pero no se horneará pan.
El pelaje es genuino pero el orgasmo es fingido.
Estamos gastando millones para aprender a hablar marsopa,
Cuando la soledad humana sigue siendo un ruido ensordecedor.
Y el cielo que grita no me dejará dormir.
Las estrellas se ríen de nosotros,
Mientras nos arrastramos una y otra vez por este hormiguero.
Soldados, trabajadores, esclavos y granjeros,
Enfermeras, reinas y zánganos.
Ojalá me dejaran la cabeza esta noche,
Y dejarme descansar mis huesos.
Y todos los bebés del mundo siguen llorando.
Mientras todos los coches de policía armonizan con taladros eléctricos.
Mientras los jets y las teteras forman un acorde con gaviotas que chillan.
Acompañados por porras marcando el ritmo en cráneos humanos.
Y el cielo que grita no me dejará dormir.
Las estrellas se ríen de nosotros,
Mientras nos arrastramos una y otra vez pasando a amantes que saltarán.
Una y otra vez pasando a viudas que llorarán.
Una y otra vez, no más que superficial.
Una y otra vez por este hormiguero.
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