Whaling Stories 歌词

	作词 : Brooker, Reid
	Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
	Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
	Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
	God's alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
	Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check
	Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
	Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by
	Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
	Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!
	Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
	Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
	Nothing called (not name nor number) - echo stormed its final scream
	Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
	Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
	Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
	Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake

	zuo ci : Brooker, Reid
	Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
	Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
	Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
	God' s alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
	Rum was served to all the traitors pygmies held themselves in check
	Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
	Six bells struck, the pot was boiling soup spilled out on passersby
	Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
	Lightning struck out fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!
	Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
	Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
	Nothing called not name nor number echo stormed its final scream
	Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
	Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
	Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
	Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake

	zuò cí : Brooker, Reid
	Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
	Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
	Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
	God' s alive inside a movie! watch the silver screen!
	Rum was served to all the traitors pygmies held themselves in check
	Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
	Six bells struck, the pot was boiling soup spilled out on passersby
	Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by god on high
	Lightning struck out fire and brimstone! boiling oil and shrieking steam!
	Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
	Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
	Nothing called not name nor number echo stormed its final scream
	Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
	Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
	Shalimar, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
	Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake

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