歌曲 | The Real Work |
歌手 | Great Lake Swimmers |
专辑 | The Waves, The Wake |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Anthony Dekker |
[00:25.10] | It passes my eyes and stuns my senses |
[00:30.67] | The outside world flows through these fences |
[00:35.73] | They let out more than they take in |
[00:40.61] | They bleed me out and I can't staunch them |
[00:46.53] | My mouth lets out more than it takes in |
[00:51.47] | It leads me out and I can't help it |
[00:57.50] | It is nothing but a muscle flexed |
[01:01.92] | A swirling sea of now and next |
[01:07.27] | |
[01:29.60] | And the world was upside down, inside out |
[01:33.13] | This whole time |
[01:35.19] | Going the wrong way north was inverted |
[01:40.71] | The directions, the plan, got me turned around |
[01:45.58] | I was on the right path, but couldn't feel the ground |
[01:53.25] | |
[02:20.54] | And so started the test, retracing all the steps |
[02:26.25] | When was the first strike, which dances were learned |
[02:30.91] | In an ever-changing suit retailored with patches |
[02:36.59] | Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches |
[02:41.87] | Un-being, un-happening, becoming untangled |
[02:47.40] | Dulling the edges and scaling transitions |
[02:52.91] | Faith is a pattern composed by the wind |
[02:57.72] | All movement, one movement, it reaches everything |
[03:03.41] | |
[03:14.76] | And the real work is to be it it, believe it |
[03:19.42] | With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide |
[03:25.81] | Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow |
[03:31.01] | By embracing it all, and then letting it all go |
[03:36.59] | The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning |
[03:41.59] | And shows no result, no losing, no winning |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Anthony Dekker |
[00:25.10] | It passes my eyes and stuns my senses |
[00:30.67] | The outside world flows through these fences |
[00:35.73] | They let out more than they take in |
[00:40.61] | They bleed me out and I can' t staunch them |
[00:46.53] | My mouth lets out more than it takes in |
[00:51.47] | It leads me out and I can' t help it |
[00:57.50] | It is nothing but a muscle flexed |
[01:01.92] | A swirling sea of now and next |
[01:07.27] | |
[01:29.60] | And the world was upside down, inside out |
[01:33.13] | This whole time |
[01:35.19] | Going the wrong way north was inverted |
[01:40.71] | The directions, the plan, got me turned around |
[01:45.58] | I was on the right path, but couldn' t feel the ground |
[01:53.25] | |
[02:20.54] | And so started the test, retracing all the steps |
[02:26.25] | When was the first strike, which dances were learned |
[02:30.91] | In an everchanging suit retailored with patches |
[02:36.59] | Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches |
[02:41.87] | Unbeing, unhappening, becoming untangled |
[02:47.40] | Dulling the edges and scaling transitions |
[02:52.91] | Faith is a pattern composed by the wind |
[02:57.72] | All movement, one movement, it reaches everything |
[03:03.41] | |
[03:14.76] | And the real work is to be it it, believe it |
[03:19.42] | With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide |
[03:25.81] | Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow |
[03:31.01] | By embracing it all, and then letting it all go |
[03:36.59] | The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning |
[03:41.59] | And shows no result, no losing, no winning |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Anthony Dekker |
[00:25.10] | It passes my eyes and stuns my senses |
[00:30.67] | The outside world flows through these fences |
[00:35.73] | They let out more than they take in |
[00:40.61] | They bleed me out and I can' t staunch them |
[00:46.53] | My mouth lets out more than it takes in |
[00:51.47] | It leads me out and I can' t help it |
[00:57.50] | It is nothing but a muscle flexed |
[01:01.92] | A swirling sea of now and next |
[01:07.27] | |
[01:29.60] | And the world was upside down, inside out |
[01:33.13] | This whole time |
[01:35.19] | Going the wrong way north was inverted |
[01:40.71] | The directions, the plan, got me turned around |
[01:45.58] | I was on the right path, but couldn' t feel the ground |
[01:53.25] | |
[02:20.54] | And so started the test, retracing all the steps |
[02:26.25] | When was the first strike, which dances were learned |
[02:30.91] | In an everchanging suit retailored with patches |
[02:36.59] | Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches |
[02:41.87] | Unbeing, unhappening, becoming untangled |
[02:47.40] | Dulling the edges and scaling transitions |
[02:52.91] | Faith is a pattern composed by the wind |
[02:57.72] | All movement, one movement, it reaches everything |
[03:03.41] | |
[03:14.76] | And the real work is to be it it, believe it |
[03:19.42] | With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide |
[03:25.81] | Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow |
[03:31.01] | By embracing it all, and then letting it all go |
[03:36.59] | The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning |
[03:41.59] | And shows no result, no losing, no winning |