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作曲 : Hodgson, Smith |
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We decided to go through the fields with it. |
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Stevie thinking it might be embarrassing carrying a carpet along the roadside. |
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As we got to the first gate we saw Mary coming the other way. |
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"Just out for a walk then lads?" she said. That's right. |
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We always like to carry a full size floor carpet between us when we're out stretching our legs. |
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It wasn't that hard actually. Not heavy between us or anything, more awkward. |
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It sags in the middle, and has this course, scratchy underlay that itches your arms and shoulders. |
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We didn't really need a rest, but when we came to that Farm Tea Kitchen thing we got a can each and had a sit down. |
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At which point that carpet came in pretty handy actually. |
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And Stevie's watching these cows in a field and he says that places like farms and zoos make him sick. |
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Keeping animals fenced in for our own enjoyment and everything. |
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I want to say that I'm not sure we should enforce a contemporary human psychological perspective on what are only animals, |
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but decided it would be lost and instead concentrated on watching a cloud that looked like Wile E. Coyote biting a monkey's shoulder. |
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It wasn't much further, but when we got it there I couldn't helped but be underwhelmed by the gratitude. |
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"Just put it down there," she says. And that's it. A minute later we're walking back. |
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I can still see Wile E. Coyote and the monkey. And as we're going it starts to get cold in the fields and the wind starts to pick up. |
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And out of nowhere, Stevie is gone. Off over the fence and in with his cows. I wait. And I shout. And then I think sod it and piss off home. |
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But the next morning, I'm in the newsagents getting some milk, and just as I bloody well turn to leave, it's there. |
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A whole one. A real one. Blocking my path. Right in the doorway of a newsagents, eating the newspapers. |