Arcady — Peter Doherty

In Arcady, your life trips along It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady Never saw I such a scene Such maids upon such a molten green They employ their holiday with dance and game And things I may never name In Arcady

You said he was your teacher Taught you so true and so wise But now you know more than your teacher I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes In Arcady

So you see how twisted it becomes See how quickly twisted it becomes When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead That ain't love, no that ain't love

Said he was your teacher Taught you so true and so wise Now you know more than your teacher I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady, your life trips along Pure and simple as the shepherd's song