My Egyptian Couch Songtext

von Al Stewart

Now here's a book full of photographs
That my ancestors made some generations ago
They're wearing the latest clothes in a nautical way
The Suez Canal close behind is frozen in time
The deck crews stare out of a mime
And they seem to be considering me
Here on my Egyptian couch

Oh the life on Edwardian steamships
Is measured and slow, while down below
There are fires that shudder and clangs and thunder
And sweat-caked in smoke, cauldrons to stoke
To send the ship on her way
Tasting the salt in the spray
And a century later I scan the equator
From my Egyptian couch

And the news that every day brings
Contains the strangest of things
But with confident smiles my forebears decline
To gaze into the wings
So they look from the photographs
And they're curious now, wondering how we turned out
Let's say like the Chinese adage
We're living our lives in interesting times