歌曲 | Cleanse Song |
歌手 | Bright Eyes |
专辑 | Cassadaga |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending | |
Heard it loud and long the river's Om | |
Time marching on to a madman's drum | |
Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned | |
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting | |
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
Someone wrote in red, "start over" | |
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
Into saltless dinners | |
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |
zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
From the roof of a friend' s I watched an empire ending | |
Heard it loud and long the river' s Om | |
Time marching on to a madman' s drum | |
Don' t forget what you' ve learned all you give is returned | |
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one' s expecting | |
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
Someone wrote in red, " start over" | |
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
Into saltless dinners | |
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |
zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow | |
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan | |
From the roof of a friend' s I watched an empire ending | |
Heard it loud and long the river' s Om | |
Time marching on to a madman' s drum | |
Don' t forget what you' ve learned all you give is returned | |
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter | |
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean | |
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one' s expecting | |
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk | |
Someone wrote in red, " start over" | |
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach | |
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober | |
Into saltless dinners | |
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth | |
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing | |
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance | |
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded | |
Of a millstone house in a seaside town | |
When your heart gave out in a mission bed | |
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge | |
You woke up purged as a wailing infant | |
In Krug Thep, Thailand | |
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows | |
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow |