歌曲 | Mephistopheles |
歌手 | Animal Kingdom |
专辑 | Signs And Wonders |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
“So, what do we do here now?” said the prophet to the priest. | |
“I see so much confusion now we bind them with belief.” | |
“We take a little bit of honey, and put it out of reach. | |
Grow fat upon their monies as we promise them relief.” | |
Well Adam should have never took that apple from the tree. | |
Knowledge bound and tight in chains of doubt and misery. | |
Bet he wishes that he’d stayed at home and spent more time with Eve. | |
Colors started bleeding from the palette of his dreams. | |
So, Music Mephistopheles I summon you to sing for me, | |
Call you across the endless sea through deserts of eternity. | |
Said I would a weaver be, and spin in sound this tapestry. | |
My moods become a melody; my music’s mirrors shades in me. | |
Then fire splits the nada, glimpsed chance dancing in shadow. | |
“Spirit, tell me where this boat goes, for I don’t know. Am I wasting all my time?” | |
A shadow broke the circle and a stranger took my hand. | |
And placed one palm in the ocean and the other in the sand. | |
A cold, dead planet raced between a dancing moon and sun. | |
Kaleidoscopes of consciousness they flicker then are gone. | |
You pretty little people just the wood the fire burns. | |
As ashes are to ashes, so to dust we shall return. | |
A businessman awakens and puts on his suit and tie. | |
Leaves the house in darkness for the 7:25, | |
And then he glimpses in the windows rows of tired, hollow eyes. | |
Rubs his own and wonders, “What has happened to my life?” | |
The Director’s in the counting house counting what he’s got, | |
Besides a single plastic flower in a plastic flowerpot. | |
And his fat fingers snap his coins in little towers on his desk. | |
“Going to brand them all like cattle put our logos on their chests.” | |
What do you think I see now when I’m looking at our lives? | |
Little ****ing money puppets dancing in a line. | |
I hear a newborn baby screaming and a lonely widow sigh. | |
See people needing people like the spider needs the fly. | |
A silent moonbeam passing through a broken windowpane. | |
Desire sends you dancing like a moth into the flame. | |
And that sweet mistress marijuana just ain’t treating me the same. | |
I used to meet the gaze of strangers once, now I look away. | |
Round me runs the traffic, and above me thunder trains. | |
Sun don’t shine in London town it only seems to rain. | |
Lightning struck the tower and the stars began to fall. | |
Wrote my name in fire with my finger on the wall. | |
Call you by celebrity, by magazines, and MTV. | |
Bind you in their company. | |
Summon you to sing for me. |
" So, what do we do here now?" said the prophet to the priest. | |
" I see so much confusion now we bind them with belief." | |
" We take a little bit of honey, and put it out of reach. | |
Grow fat upon their monies as we promise them relief." | |
Well Adam should have never took that apple from the tree. | |
Knowledge bound and tight in chains of doubt and misery. | |
Bet he wishes that he' d stayed at home and spent more time with Eve. | |
Colors started bleeding from the palette of his dreams. | |
So, Music Mephistopheles I summon you to sing for me, | |
Call you across the endless sea through deserts of eternity. | |
Said I would a weaver be, and spin in sound this tapestry. | |
My moods become a melody my music' s mirrors shades in me. | |
Then fire splits the nada, glimpsed chance dancing in shadow. | |
" Spirit, tell me where this boat goes, for I don' t know. Am I wasting all my time?" | |
A shadow broke the circle and a stranger took my hand. | |
And placed one palm in the ocean and the other in the sand. | |
A cold, dead planet raced between a dancing moon and sun. | |
Kaleidoscopes of consciousness they flicker then are gone. | |
You pretty little people just the wood the fire burns. | |
As ashes are to ashes, so to dust we shall return. | |
A businessman awakens and puts on his suit and tie. | |
Leaves the house in darkness for the 7: 25, | |
And then he glimpses in the windows rows of tired, hollow eyes. | |
Rubs his own and wonders, " What has happened to my life?" | |
The Director' s in the counting house counting what he' s got, | |
Besides a single plastic flower in a plastic flowerpot. | |
And his fat fingers snap his coins in little towers on his desk. | |
" Going to brand them all like cattle put our logos on their chests." | |
What do you think I see now when I' m looking at our lives? | |
Little ing money puppets dancing in a line. | |
I hear a newborn baby screaming and a lonely widow sigh. | |
See people needing people like the spider needs the fly. | |
A silent moonbeam passing through a broken windowpane. | |
Desire sends you dancing like a moth into the flame. | |
And that sweet mistress marijuana just ain' t treating me the same. | |
I used to meet the gaze of strangers once, now I look away. | |
Round me runs the traffic, and above me thunder trains. | |
Sun don' t shine in London town it only seems to rain. | |
Lightning struck the tower and the stars began to fall. | |
Wrote my name in fire with my finger on the wall. | |
Call you by celebrity, by magazines, and MTV. | |
Bind you in their company. | |
Summon you to sing for me. |
" So, what do we do here now?" said the prophet to the priest. | |
" I see so much confusion now we bind them with belief." | |
" We take a little bit of honey, and put it out of reach. | |
Grow fat upon their monies as we promise them relief." | |
Well Adam should have never took that apple from the tree. | |
Knowledge bound and tight in chains of doubt and misery. | |
Bet he wishes that he' d stayed at home and spent more time with Eve. | |
Colors started bleeding from the palette of his dreams. | |
So, Music Mephistopheles I summon you to sing for me, | |
Call you across the endless sea through deserts of eternity. | |
Said I would a weaver be, and spin in sound this tapestry. | |
My moods become a melody my music' s mirrors shades in me. | |
Then fire splits the nada, glimpsed chance dancing in shadow. | |
" Spirit, tell me where this boat goes, for I don' t know. Am I wasting all my time?" | |
A shadow broke the circle and a stranger took my hand. | |
And placed one palm in the ocean and the other in the sand. | |
A cold, dead planet raced between a dancing moon and sun. | |
Kaleidoscopes of consciousness they flicker then are gone. | |
You pretty little people just the wood the fire burns. | |
As ashes are to ashes, so to dust we shall return. | |
A businessman awakens and puts on his suit and tie. | |
Leaves the house in darkness for the 7: 25, | |
And then he glimpses in the windows rows of tired, hollow eyes. | |
Rubs his own and wonders, " What has happened to my life?" | |
The Director' s in the counting house counting what he' s got, | |
Besides a single plastic flower in a plastic flowerpot. | |
And his fat fingers snap his coins in little towers on his desk. | |
" Going to brand them all like cattle put our logos on their chests." | |
What do you think I see now when I' m looking at our lives? | |
Little ing money puppets dancing in a line. | |
I hear a newborn baby screaming and a lonely widow sigh. | |
See people needing people like the spider needs the fly. | |
A silent moonbeam passing through a broken windowpane. | |
Desire sends you dancing like a moth into the flame. | |
And that sweet mistress marijuana just ain' t treating me the same. | |
I used to meet the gaze of strangers once, now I look away. | |
Round me runs the traffic, and above me thunder trains. | |
Sun don' t shine in London town it only seems to rain. | |
Lightning struck the tower and the stars began to fall. | |
Wrote my name in fire with my finger on the wall. | |
Call you by celebrity, by magazines, and MTV. | |
Bind you in their company. | |
Summon you to sing for me. |