Stephen Fry - You, You, You
Stephen... being strange. And then Hugh as a creepy backup singing woman. It's really quite routine on "A Bit of Fry & Laurie." Lyrics: "The world is ever sliding, ever gliding, ever turning, Ever yearning and colliding. The stairs begin to creak, you turn but cannot speak, As the bubble starts to squeak, And you find the truth you seek. You, yes, you, you, you. It's you I'm speaking to, You, the sparkle of my fright, The goddess of what's seems, The starling of my night, The parcel of my dreams. Just-- the parcel of my dreams. Oh yes, You, yes, you, you, you, The you who do what none can do The you that haunts my ears On the short list of wasted rains The avenue of chandeliers, That shames my frozen veins, That shames my frozen veins. Not yet! The world is ever hiding, ever riding, ever churning, Ever burning, and dividing-- (I can't really understand what Hugh is singing either) You, yes, you, you, you The you who knows what once I knew The you who spits my blood and stares at both my clouds You wear a sleeve of mud, your cuffs become my shrouds Your cuffs become my shrouds Oh, why? You, yes, you, you, you The which, why, how, and who You crumple the skirts of need in the belly of desire Where my freshly planted seed can spin its tangled wire Can spin its tangled wire It is finished"
