Letra de The Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973
To write a cathedral, I'll need a ball-point pen
It'll sound like 'Common People' sung by Christopher Wren
On an upright piano with nice, narrow keys
It'll sound like 'Common People' sung by Christopher Wren
On an upright piano with nice, narrow keys
In a Glaswegian chapel or a Parisian library
And as I sing I watch you diving
Into a swimming pool that shines like a screen
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living the dream'
I see my family in an ugly cemetery
Two of them have been crying, two have shovels at the ready
And I'd been lying if I said I'd foreseen this
I'd prefer to burn my body in Varanasi
As I burn I watch you driving
Into a swimming pool that shines like a screen
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
I wanted, I wanted kids getting into good schools
Following, breaking all the new rules
Scoring goals, leading rolеs
Plimsolls, no holes
In a car with nice curves
A wifе with a perfect serve
Just like the Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973
Then Christopher Wren would smile down on me
To a write a cathedral
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
And as I sing I watch you diving
Into a swimming pool that shines like a screen
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living the dream'
I see my family in an ugly cemetery
Two of them have been crying, two have shovels at the ready
And I'd been lying if I said I'd foreseen this
I'd prefer to burn my body in Varanasi
As I burn I watch you driving
Into a swimming pool that shines like a screen
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And I call out, 'isn't this living?'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
And you call back, 'Jim, dear, it's living'
I wanted, I wanted kids getting into good schools
Following, breaking all the new rules
Scoring goals, leading rolеs
Plimsolls, no holes
In a car with nice curves
A wifе with a perfect serve
Just like the Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973
Then Christopher Wren would smile down on me
To a write a cathedral
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen
To a write a cathedral
I'll need a ballpoint pen