- The Day Off 歌詞 Quintino & Blasterjaxx
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- Taking the day on Sunday
After the dreary week is dead
Getting away on Sunday
Brightens the dreary week ahead
Everyones on display on Sunday
The day off
Bonnet flapping
Bustle sliding
Like a rocking horse that nobodys been riding
Theres a daisy
And some clover
And that interesting fellow looking over
Nurse!
One day is much like any other
Listening to her snap and drone
Still, Sunday with someones dotty mother
Is better than Sunday with your own
Mothers may drone, mothers may whine
Tending to his, though, is perfectly fine
It pays for the nurse that is tending to mine
On Sunday
My day off
You know, Franz, I believe that artist is drawing us.
Huh? Who?
Monsieurs friend.
Monsieur would never think to draw us. We are only people he looks down upon.
Second bottle
Ah, she looks for me
He is bursting to go
Near the fountain
I could let him
How to manage it?
No
I should have been an artist.
I was never intended for work.
Oh, artists work, Franz .
I believe they work very hard.
Work? We work.
We serve their food
We carve their meat
We tend to their house
We polish their
Silverware
The food we serve
We also eat
For them we rush
Wash and brush
Wipe and wax
Franz, relax
While he 'creates'
We scrape their plates
We dust their knickknacks
Hundreds to the shelf
Work is what you do for others
Liebchen
Art is what you do for yourself
Look.
Where?
Soldiers.
Alone.
What did I tell you?
Well, theyll never talk to us if we fish. Why dont–
Its a beautiful day for fishing.
What do you think? I like the one in the light hat.
Mademoiselles
I and my friend
We are but soldiers
Passing the time
In between wars
For weeks at an end
Both of them are perfect.
You can have the other.
I dont want the other.
I dont want the other either.
And after a week
Spent mostly indoors
With nothing but soldiers
Ladies, I and my friend
Trust we will not offend
Which wed never intend
By suggesting we spend
Oh, spend
This magnificent Sunday
Oh, Sunday
With you and your friend
The one on the rights an awful bore
Hes been in a war
We may get a meal and we might get more
Its certainly fine for Sunday
Its certainly fine for Sunday
Its certainly fine for Sunday
You and me, pal
Were the loonies
Did you know that?
Bet you didnt know that
Cause we tell them the truth
Who you drawing?
Who the hell you think youre drawing?
Me?
You dont know me
Go on drawing
Since youre drawing only what you wanna see
Anyway
One eye, no illusion
That you get with two
One for what is true
One for what suits you
Draw your own conclusion
All you artists do
I see what is true
Sitting there , looking everyone up and down.
Studying every move like you see something different
like your eyes know more.
You and me, pal
Were societys fault
Taking theday on Sunday
After another week is dead
Nurse!
Getting away on Sunday
Brightens the dreary week ahead
Nurse!
Leaving the city pressure
Behind you
Off where the air is fresher
Where green, blue
Blind you
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