歌曲 | The Wake of the Medusa |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Hell's Ditch |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finer | |
The guests are stood in silence | |
They stare and drink their wine | |
On the wall the canvas hangs | |
Frozen there in time | |
They marvel at the beauty | |
The horror and despair | |
At the wake of the medusa | |
No one shed a tear | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
Put your glasses down | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
To the voices of the drowned | |
In the moonlight's ghostly glow | |
I waken in a dream | |
Once more upon that raft i stand | |
Upon a raging sea | |
In my ears the moans and screams | |
Of the dying ring | |
Somewhere in the darkness | |
The siren softly sings | |
Out there in the waves she stands | |
And smiling there she calls | |
As the lightning cracks the sky | |
The wind begins to howl | |
The architects of our doom | |
Around their tables sit | |
And in their thrones of power | |
Condemn those they've cast adrift | |
Echoes down the city street | |
Their harpies laughter rings | |
Waiting for the curtain call | |
Oblivious in the wings | |
The casket is empty | |
Abandon ye all hope | |
They ran off with the money | |
And left us with the rope |
zuo ci : Finer | |
The guests are stood in silence | |
They stare and drink their wine | |
On the wall the canvas hangs | |
Frozen there in time | |
They marvel at the beauty | |
The horror and despair | |
At the wake of the medusa | |
No one shed a tear | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
Put your glasses down | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
To the voices of the drowned | |
In the moonlight' s ghostly glow | |
I waken in a dream | |
Once more upon that raft i stand | |
Upon a raging sea | |
In my ears the moans and screams | |
Of the dying ring | |
Somewhere in the darkness | |
The siren softly sings | |
Out there in the waves she stands | |
And smiling there she calls | |
As the lightning cracks the sky | |
The wind begins to howl | |
The architects of our doom | |
Around their tables sit | |
And in their thrones of power | |
Condemn those they' ve cast adrift | |
Echoes down the city street | |
Their harpies laughter rings | |
Waiting for the curtain call | |
Oblivious in the wings | |
The casket is empty | |
Abandon ye all hope | |
They ran off with the money | |
And left us with the rope |
zuò cí : Finer | |
The guests are stood in silence | |
They stare and drink their wine | |
On the wall the canvas hangs | |
Frozen there in time | |
They marvel at the beauty | |
The horror and despair | |
At the wake of the medusa | |
No one shed a tear | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
Put your glasses down | |
Sit my friends and listen | |
To the voices of the drowned | |
In the moonlight' s ghostly glow | |
I waken in a dream | |
Once more upon that raft i stand | |
Upon a raging sea | |
In my ears the moans and screams | |
Of the dying ring | |
Somewhere in the darkness | |
The siren softly sings | |
Out there in the waves she stands | |
And smiling there she calls | |
As the lightning cracks the sky | |
The wind begins to howl | |
The architects of our doom | |
Around their tables sit | |
And in their thrones of power | |
Condemn those they' ve cast adrift | |
Echoes down the city street | |
Their harpies laughter rings | |
Waiting for the curtain call | |
Oblivious in the wings | |
The casket is empty | |
Abandon ye all hope | |
They ran off with the money | |
And left us with the rope |