[00:00.00] 作词 : Jack White[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jack White[00:04.95]What melancholy magic[00:06.96]Has turned a multitude into mush[00:10.41]Mandibles drop from shock[00:13.09]An old lady at high altitude[00:14.90]Whispering hush[00:16.09][00:18.43]She slips off her white shoes[00:20.66]And grabs her tenor pacifier[00:22.40]From its stand[00:25.46]Thirty half steps to the microphone[00:27.90]Smile on her face[00:28.91][00:29.53]Flower in her hand[00:32.96]Oh how a crowd can melt[00:35.01]When they've been dealt[00:36.37]Such a deliciously delicate blow[00:40.34]By a barefooted fairy[00:41.93]Not with a clang but a whisper[00:44.12][00:44.95]Totally stealing the show[00:48.73]Fools desire distraction[00:51.13]And not take to heart[00:53.47]Their faces to their gadgets fall south[00:57.37]Ignoring the beauty of a fog on a hill[00:59.68][01:00.42]And a kitten with a mouse in it's mouth[01:04.67]A motley mob settles down[01:07.18]And there's hardly a frown[01:09.04]As the air in the temple turns to mist[01:13.45]A spotlight a mark and a cleanse of the throat[01:16.37][01:17.00]And her microphone gently is kissed[01:20.16]You can hear a boot lace[01:22.13]And a speck of dust taste[01:24.57]As the babe bravely stared down the herd[01:28.34]But she played not a note[01:30.27]And only one moment spoke[01:32.56]These simple and poignant five words[01:36.38]You people are totally absurd