The Sky Beneath the Feet 歌词

歌曲	The Sky Beneath the Feet
歌手	Skyclad
专辑	Wayward Sons of Mother Earth
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier
	O come ye young of
	Hamelin, you who know my tune so well,
	Where it beckons so you follow, be it
	Heaven, be it
	Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as
	I pipe you down the street,
	With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my,
	Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet.
	Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection,
	Awaiting a chance curtain call,
	And here from the wings
	I have watched them and wondered
	If God does exist after all.
	On life's
	Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free,
	From the top you can only go down,
	No one but yourself is to blame if you presume
	To walk upon water then drown.
	Now your bridges are burned - it is time that you learned
	There is no turning back.
	All your airs and graces should vacate their places
	For the qualities you lack.
	Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said,
	Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. (Angels fear to)
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star,
	Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far.
	When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong,
	Are at last as one united - a communion of steel, the sword of song.
	We gathered together as sister and brother
	To dance when the world was abed,
	Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
	These lambs to the slaughter were led.
	Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate
	Those who have stuck to their guns,
	While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate
	Orbiting mirror-ball suns.
	I will not play a part in this infantile farce,
	Your offer
	I decline.
	Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions
	Was just a waste of time.
	Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free,
	Why should
	I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee?
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	The goose that lays the golden egg -
	I'll sacrifice and bury it,
	If you don't believe me watch me as upon its grave
	I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but self-respect is beyond price,
	Hell's the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise.
	Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes '
	Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed - it has only fed me lies.
	The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs,
	Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg.

	zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier
	O come ye young of
	Hamelin, you who know my tune so well,
	Where it beckons so you follow, be it
	Heaven, be it
	Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as
	I pipe you down the street,
	With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my,
	Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet.
	Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection,
	Awaiting a chance curtain call,
	And here from the wings
	I have watched them and wondered
	If God does exist after all.
	On life' s
	Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free,
	From the top you can only go down,
	No one but yourself is to blame if you presume
	To walk upon water then drown.
	Now your bridges are burned it is time that you learned
	There is no turning back.
	All your airs and graces should vacate their places
	For the qualities you lack.
	Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said,
	Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. Angels fear to
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star,
	Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far.
	When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong,
	Are at last as one united a communion of steel, the sword of song.
	We gathered together as sister and brother
	To dance when the world was abed,
	Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
	These lambs to the slaughter were led.
	Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate
	Those who have stuck to their guns,
	While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate
	Orbiting mirrorball suns.
	I will not play a part in this infantile farce,
	Your offer
	I decline.
	Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions
	Was just a waste of time.
	Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free,
	Why should
	I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee?
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	The goose that lays the golden egg
	I' ll sacrifice and bury it,
	If you don' t believe me watch me as upon its grave
	I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but selfrespect is beyond price,
	Hell' s the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise.
	Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes '
	Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed it has only fed me lies.
	The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs,
	Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg.

	zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier
	O come ye young of
	Hamelin, you who know my tune so well,
	Where it beckons so you follow, be it
	Heaven, be it
	Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as
	I pipe you down the street,
	With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my,
	Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet.
	Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection,
	Awaiting a chance curtain call,
	And here from the wings
	I have watched them and wondered
	If God does exist after all.
	On life' s
	Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free,
	From the top you can only go down,
	No one but yourself is to blame if you presume
	To walk upon water then drown.
	Now your bridges are burned it is time that you learned
	There is no turning back.
	All your airs and graces should vacate their places
	For the qualities you lack.
	Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said,
	Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. Angels fear to
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star,
	Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far.
	When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong,
	Are at last as one united a communion of steel, the sword of song.
	We gathered together as sister and brother
	To dance when the world was abed,
	Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning
	These lambs to the slaughter were led.
	Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate
	Those who have stuck to their guns,
	While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate
	Orbiting mirrorball suns.
	I will not play a part in this infantile farce,
	Your offer
	I decline.
	Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions
	Was just a waste of time.
	Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free,
	Why should
	I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee?
	Follow me, follow and
	I will lead,
	With truth that hurts like stick and stone,
	When rats their scuttled ships departed,
	Birds of a feather sought their own.
	The goose that lays the golden egg
	I' ll sacrifice and bury it,
	If you don' t believe me watch me as upon its grave
	I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but selfrespect is beyond price,
	Hell' s the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise.
	Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes '
	Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed it has only fed me lies.
	The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs,
	Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg.

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