Almost Medieval (2003 Digital Remaster)
Human League"Almost Medieval (2003 Digital Remaster)" is a song by Human League, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:15 long and contains 43 lines and 281 words.
Lyrics
0:48There's something in your
0:50Soul that makes me feel so old
0:53In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
0:58There's less of me now and more of me then
1:03I'm moving back to the age of men
1:09Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
1:19Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
1:30Soft lenses grow to glasses
1:35Small world dimly seen through cataracts
1:40Your program newspaper
1:45So they say
1:47Rumor spread by word of mouth
1:52Jump onto the escalator
1:54Press the button on the lift
1:57Raise the dust on old stair carpets
1:59Endless treads like waves of regret
2:02Now it seems I'm going madder
2:04Falling off this rotting ladder
2:08Soft lenses grow to glasses
2:13Small world dimly seen through cataracts
2:20Jump on to the escalator
2:22Press the button on the lift
2:25Raise the dust on old stair carpets
2:27Endless treads like waves of regret
2:30Now it seems I'm going madder
2:32Falling off this rotting ladder
2:37Your program newspaper
2:41So they say
2:43Rumor spread by word of mouth
2:48Jump onto the escalator
2:50Press the button on the lift
2:53Raise the dust on old stair carpets
2:55Endless treads like waves of regret
2:58Now it seems I'm going madder
3:00Falling through this rotting ladder
3:24There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
3:29In fact I think I've died about six hundred times
3:34There's less of me now and more of me then
3:39I'm moving back to the age of men
3:45Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
3:55Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
4:05Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit
4:15Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
There's something in your Soul that makes me feel so old In fact I think I've died about six hundred times There's less of me now and more of me then I'm moving back to the age of men Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet Soft lenses grow to glasses Small world dimly seen through cataracts Your program newspaper So they say Rumor spread by word of mouth Jump onto the escalator Press the button on the lift Raise the dust on old stair carpets Endless treads like waves of regret Now it seems I'm going madder Falling off this rotting ladder Soft lenses grow to glasses Small world dimly seen through cataracts Jump on to the escalator Press the button on the lift Raise the dust on old stair carpets Endless treads like waves of regret Now it seems I'm going madder Falling off this rotting ladder Your program newspaper So they say Rumor spread by word of mouth Jump onto the escalator Press the button on the lift Raise the dust on old stair carpets Endless treads like waves of regret Now it seems I'm going madder Falling through this rotting ladder There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old In fact I think I've died about six hundred times There's less of me now and more of me then I'm moving back to the age of men Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet Jump off the tarmac there's no stagecoach speed limit Outside the office swings the man on the gibbet
Translation
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