歌曲 | The Sky Beneath the Feet |
歌手 | Skyclad |
专辑 | Wayward Sons of Mother Earth |
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. |
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. |