歌曲 | O, Porcupine |
歌手 | mewithoutYou |
专辑 | Brother, Sister |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : MewithoutYou | |
Without a queen the locust swarm | |
Turned the ground to black, | |
Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish's back. | |
And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
Like snakes in the sand, | |
As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
(My little world... In my sad little world...) | |
Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
And it made me smile. | |
And at the water's edge, Babylon; | |
As we lay and slept, | |
The river wept for you, Zion! | |
The stones cry out, | |
Bells shake the sky! | |
All of creation groans "SHHHH!" | |
Listen to it. | |
Messes of men in farmer poverty; | |
Not much for monks, but we pretend to be; | |
Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
Who regretfully wrote: | |
"You have a decent ear for notes, | |
But you can't yet appreciate a harmony." | |
O porcupine, low in the tree; your eyes to mine: | |
'You'd be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
And at the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
As his friends slept, | |
Jesus wept - and it's no wonder why. | |
You wanna be set free? | |
You wanna set me free?! | |
Well that can only come from | |
A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
[In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
to take offense at something. | |
In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
This is all there is in my little world.] | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On me. | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On you. | |
Oh what'd I say?! | |
I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
(Oh what'd I say?!) | |
I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
(Oh what'd I say?!) | |
For the past five; almost six years now, | |
(Our Lord is come!) | |
You haven't once looked at me with kindness in your eyes; | |
(Oh what'd I say?!) | |
And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
(Oh what'd I say?!) | |
Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
(Oh what'd I say?!) | |
And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
(Oh What'd I say!) | |
Is how the light is GOD! | |
(Our Lord is come!) | |
And through I've been mistaken on this or that point, | |
That light is God. |
zuo qu : MewithoutYou | |
Without a queen the locust swarm | |
Turned the ground to black, | |
Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish' s back. | |
And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
Like snakes in the sand, | |
As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
My little world... In my sad little world... | |
Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
And it made me smile. | |
And at the water' s edge, Babylon | |
As we lay and slept, | |
The river wept for you, Zion! | |
The stones cry out, | |
Bells shake the sky! | |
All of creation groans " SHHHH!" | |
Listen to it. | |
Messes of men in farmer poverty | |
Not much for monks, but we pretend to be | |
Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
Who regretfully wrote: | |
" You have a decent ear for notes, | |
But you can' t yet appreciate a harmony." | |
O porcupine, low in the tree your eyes to mine: | |
' You' d be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
And at the garden' s edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
As his friends slept, | |
Jesus wept and it' s no wonder why. | |
You wanna be set free? | |
You wanna set me free?! | |
Well that can only come from | |
A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
to take offense at something. | |
In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
This is all there is in my little world. | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On me. | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On you. | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
For the past five almost six years now, | |
Our Lord is come! | |
You haven' t once looked at me with kindness in your eyes | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
Oh What' d I say! | |
Is how the light is GOD! | |
Our Lord is come! | |
And through I' ve been mistaken on this or that point, | |
That light is God. |
zuò qǔ : MewithoutYou | |
Without a queen the locust swarm | |
Turned the ground to black, | |
Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish' s back. | |
And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
Like snakes in the sand, | |
As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
My little world... In my sad little world... | |
Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
And it made me smile. | |
And at the water' s edge, Babylon | |
As we lay and slept, | |
The river wept for you, Zion! | |
The stones cry out, | |
Bells shake the sky! | |
All of creation groans " SHHHH!" | |
Listen to it. | |
Messes of men in farmer poverty | |
Not much for monks, but we pretend to be | |
Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
Who regretfully wrote: | |
" You have a decent ear for notes, | |
But you can' t yet appreciate a harmony." | |
O porcupine, low in the tree your eyes to mine: | |
' You' d be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
And at the garden' s edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
As his friends slept, | |
Jesus wept and it' s no wonder why. | |
You wanna be set free? | |
You wanna set me free?! | |
Well that can only come from | |
A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
to take offense at something. | |
In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
This is all there is in my little world. | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On me. | |
In darkness a light shines | |
On you. | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
For the past five almost six years now, | |
Our Lord is come! | |
You haven' t once looked at me with kindness in your eyes | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
Oh what' d I say?! | |
And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
Oh What' d I say! | |
Is how the light is GOD! | |
Our Lord is come! | |
And through I' ve been mistaken on this or that point, | |
That light is God. |