笨小笨Utopia of Bog歌词由Kiran Leonard演唱，出自专辑《Real Home》，下面是《Utopia of Bog》完整版歌词！
Utopia of Bog歌词完整版
As the working day decays, and the city-song starts to bleat,
won't you take your turn, return upon the heath?
It has no images, or signs.
A home, a range,
all peace-like, to aerate your brains.
It doesn't change.
As peat soils drink carbon up from the wild country air
all at once, in silence,
will their vastness save us all from our history,
kept once and for all from its tide?
Caught outside!
Will a hook, that I free,
cast off galleon, catch on
the deep behind the deep?
On the past foaming underground;
on the last crimes of the paramount
that made up our lives?
Utopia of bog: if you could just
whisper, then I would run
straight into your arms.
I'm terrified!
To have withstood these ordeals...
To press the vapours underfoot,
to mask the trial of having withstood;
would it be alright,
reborn like a parallel of God?
Will a hook, that I seek,
set our hearts by some new device
without wrongs?
Will a hook? Will a hook
replace this darkness with something
alive?
Will a hook, direct
as a child, cry out?
(As if words were invented
to be drowned by marsh
then rectified)
