歌曲 | Gog |
歌手 | Van Der Graaf Generator |
专辑 | Live At The Paradiso 14:04:07 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Some call me Satan, others have me God; | |
Some name me Nemo… I am unborn. | |
Some speak of me in anagrams, | |
Some grieve upon my wrath… | |
The ones who give me service | |
I grant my scorn. | |
My words are | |
'Too late', 'Never', 'Impossible', and 'Gone'; | |
My home is in the sunset and the dawn. | |
My Name is locked in silence, | |
Sometimes it's whispered out of spite. | |
All gates are locked, | |
All doors are barred and bolted, | |
There is no place for flight. | |
Will you not come to me | |
And love me for one more night? | |
Some see me shining, others have me dull; | |
Gun-metal and cut diamond -I am ALL. | |
Some swear they see me weeping | |
In the poppy-fields of France… | |
In the tumbling of the dice see them fall! | |
Some laugh and see me laughing | |
Down the corridors of power: | |
Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall. | |
My face is robed in darkness, | |
Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade, | |
All friends have gone, | |
All calls are weak and wasted, | |
There is no more to say. | |
Will you not crawl to me | |
And love me for one more day? | |
Some wish me empty, others will me full, | |
Some crave of me infinity - I am NONE. | |
Some look for me in symbols, | |
Some trace my line in stars, | |
Some count my ways in numbers: | |
I am No One. | |
Some chronicle my movements, | |
My colours and my clothes, | |
Some trace the work in progress | |
- it is done. | |
My soul is cast in crystal | |
Yet unrevealed beneath the knife. | |
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus | |
And now disease is rife. | |
Will you not run from this | |
And love me for one more life? |
Some call me Satan, others have me God | |
Some name me Nemo I am unborn. | |
Some speak of me in anagrams, | |
Some grieve upon my wrath | |
The ones who give me service | |
I grant my scorn. | |
My words are | |
' Too late', ' Never', ' Impossible', and ' Gone' | |
My home is in the sunset and the dawn. | |
My Name is locked in silence, | |
Sometimes it' s whispered out of spite. | |
All gates are locked, | |
All doors are barred and bolted, | |
There is no place for flight. | |
Will you not come to me | |
And love me for one more night? | |
Some see me shining, others have me dull | |
Gunmetal and cut diamond I am ALL. | |
Some swear they see me weeping | |
In the poppyfields of France | |
In the tumbling of the dice see them fall! | |
Some laugh and see me laughing | |
Down the corridors of power: | |
Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall. | |
My face is robed in darkness, | |
Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade, | |
All friends have gone, | |
All calls are weak and wasted, | |
There is no more to say. | |
Will you not crawl to me | |
And love me for one more day? | |
Some wish me empty, others will me full, | |
Some crave of me infinity I am NONE. | |
Some look for me in symbols, | |
Some trace my line in stars, | |
Some count my ways in numbers: | |
I am No One. | |
Some chronicle my movements, | |
My colours and my clothes, | |
Some trace the work in progress | |
it is done. | |
My soul is cast in crystal | |
Yet unrevealed beneath the knife. | |
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus | |
And now disease is rife. | |
Will you not run from this | |
And love me for one more life? |
Some call me Satan, others have me God | |
Some name me Nemo I am unborn. | |
Some speak of me in anagrams, | |
Some grieve upon my wrath | |
The ones who give me service | |
I grant my scorn. | |
My words are | |
' Too late', ' Never', ' Impossible', and ' Gone' | |
My home is in the sunset and the dawn. | |
My Name is locked in silence, | |
Sometimes it' s whispered out of spite. | |
All gates are locked, | |
All doors are barred and bolted, | |
There is no place for flight. | |
Will you not come to me | |
And love me for one more night? | |
Some see me shining, others have me dull | |
Gunmetal and cut diamond I am ALL. | |
Some swear they see me weeping | |
In the poppyfields of France | |
In the tumbling of the dice see them fall! | |
Some laugh and see me laughing | |
Down the corridors of power: | |
Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall. | |
My face is robed in darkness, | |
Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade, | |
All friends have gone, | |
All calls are weak and wasted, | |
There is no more to say. | |
Will you not crawl to me | |
And love me for one more day? | |
Some wish me empty, others will me full, | |
Some crave of me infinity I am NONE. | |
Some look for me in symbols, | |
Some trace my line in stars, | |
Some count my ways in numbers: | |
I am No One. | |
Some chronicle my movements, | |
My colours and my clothes, | |
Some trace the work in progress | |
it is done. | |
My soul is cast in crystal | |
Yet unrevealed beneath the knife. | |
All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus | |
And now disease is rife. | |
Will you not run from this | |
And love me for one more life? |