Текст Blur – Country House

So the story begins

City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself, «Oops, I’ve got a lot of money.»

I’m a professional cynic
But my heart’s not in it
I’m paying the price of living life at the limit
Caught up in the century’s anxiety

Yes, it preys on him
He’s getting thin
Try the simple life

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats
In the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
Lots of rural charm
In the country

He’s got morning glory
And life’s a different story
Everything’s going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality

He’s reading Balzac
And knocking back Prozac
It’s a helping hand
That makes you feel wonderfully bland

For the faint at heart
A new start
Try the simple life

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
He doesn’t drink smoke laugh
Takes herbal baths
In the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country

In the country, in the country, in the country

Blow, blow me out
I am so sad, I don’t know why
Blow, blow me out
I am so sad, I don’t know why

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
Watching afternoon repeats
And the food he eats
In the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills
In the country
Oh, it’s like an animal farm
Lots of rural charm
In the country

He lives in a house, a very big house in the country
He’s got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest
In the country
He doesn’t drink smoke laugh
Takes herbal baths
In the country
But you’ll come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country

I wanna be, I wanna be