Lirik Lagu Sects Therapy - The Alan Parson Project
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
A health warning on some possible pitfalls of psychology
Lead Vocal: Frankie Howerd
I was lonely and depressedHaving fled the family homeWhen I met an old acquaintanceI had only barely known
And I told her over teaOf my worries and my woesAnd a morbid fear of eating beansIn tightly fitting clothes
And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for meAnd she knew a mayfair analyst I really ought to see
So I went round to his roomsAnd he saw me right awayThough he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay
But I lay down on the couchBy a bowl of flaccid flowersAnd I talked and talked and talked and talkedFor hours and hours and hoursAnd he told me tales of oedipus with great authority
And he asked me if my motherWore stiletto heels and rubberAnd I realised that this poor soulWas more confused than me
Well the shock was so profoundThat I fled into the strandWhere I saw a hare krishna groupAnd joined in with the band
This was just the life for meFree of worldly goods and careAnd I chanted and I rantedRound and round trafalgar square
I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there
But the bagwan was so jealousThat he called me over zealousThen he threw me outWhen I refused to cut off all my hair
(Dr. Ruth, Dr. Ruth, why not write to Dr. Ruth?)
So I wrote to Dr. RuthAnd she helpfully proposedI should join a nudist colonyAnd throw away my clothes
All that sun upon my fleshWould set my libido freeAnd would guarentee much more of itWhatever 'it' may be
But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life
Fair of skin just like my sistersToo much sun would give me blistersSo I think I'll turn the whole thing in
And go home to the wife
Lead Vocal: Frankie Howerd
I was lonely and depressedHaving fled the family homeWhen I met an old acquaintanceI had only barely known
And I told her over teaOf my worries and my woesAnd a morbid fear of eating beansIn tightly fitting clothes
And she said psychoanalysis was just the thing for meAnd she knew a mayfair analyst I really ought to see
So I went round to his roomsAnd he saw me right awayThough he asked a sum of money I could ill afford to pay
But I lay down on the couchBy a bowl of flaccid flowersAnd I talked and talked and talked and talkedFor hours and hours and hoursAnd he told me tales of oedipus with great authority
And he asked me if my motherWore stiletto heels and rubberAnd I realised that this poor soulWas more confused than me
Well the shock was so profoundThat I fled into the strandWhere I saw a hare krishna groupAnd joined in with the band
This was just the life for meFree of worldly goods and careAnd I chanted and I rantedRound and round trafalgar square
I converted tens of thousands and they joined us then and there
But the bagwan was so jealousThat he called me over zealousThen he threw me outWhen I refused to cut off all my hair
(Dr. Ruth, Dr. Ruth, why not write to Dr. Ruth?)
So I wrote to Dr. RuthAnd she helpfully proposedI should join a nudist colonyAnd throw away my clothes
All that sun upon my fleshWould set my libido freeAnd would guarentee much more of itWhatever 'it' may be
But I don't feel that I was quite equipped for such a life
Fair of skin just like my sistersToo much sun would give me blistersSo I think I'll turn the whole thing in
And go home to the wife
