Blood Of The Past 歌词
| 歌曲 | Blood Of The Past |
| 歌手 | The Comet Is Coming |
| 歌手 | Kate Tempest |
| 专辑 | Trust In The Lifeforce Of The Deep Mystery |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Kate Tempest |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Danalogue/Betamax/King Shabaka |
| [03:18.95] | All the many corpses begin to speak |
| [03:21.70] | What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore |
| [03:24.54] | It is too late for pleading white picket dreams |
| [03:27.38] | Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking |
| [03:30.84] | Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness |
| [03:34.01] | In the need to make face and keep up |
| [03:35.92] | And drown out the many voices within |
| [03:37.78] | Imagine a culture that has, at its root |
| [03:40.44] | A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones |
| [03:44.45] | But I can hear the lie before you speak |
| [03:47.57] | There is nothing but progress to eat |
| [03:49.48] | And we are so fat and so hungry |
| [03:52.32] | And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van |
| [03:54.74] | While the white shirt and tie in the tube car |
| [03:56.32] | Distractional picture |
| [03:58.73] | Pictures of beer and guilt about urges |
| [04:00.50] | ***ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness |
| [04:03.69] | Give me something I can nail myself to |
| [04:06.65] | Give me a sharply-dressed talking head |
| [04:09.01] | Who has something about them I trust and despise |
| [04:11.39] | And what of it, anyway? These windows don't open |
| [04:14.81] | They were designed to stay closed |
| [04:17.50] | Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute |
| [04:19.36] | Check the internet, never stop, never stop |
| [04:21.79] | There is a scar on the soul of the world |
| [04:24.37] | And it needs you to look |
| [04:26.12] | The blood of the past is here, it remains |
| [04:29.99] | The blood of the murders |
| [04:31.67] | The bodies like sacks leaking brain |
| [04:34.05] | All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains |
| [04:38.54] | To acknowledge without guilt |
| [04:40.12] | To accept without condition |
| [04:42.59] | And to listen when other people |
| [04:45.00] | Tell you how you have behaved |
| [04:46.79] | Truth is, it’s for us to feel and be moved |
| [04:50.34] | But I hear the clatter of bone against steel |
| [04:52.44] | It is coming |
| [04:53.39] | It will not be stilled, it is there |
| [04:55.78] | In the air, scorched white |
| [04:57.80] | The reflection of sunlight on glass |
| [04:59.98] | Bouncing back into sunlight |
| [05:02.09] | And glass bouncing back, industrialized |
| [05:04.98] | Denial, business as usual |
| [05:08.36] | So roll your eyes, shake your head |
| [05:10.20] | Turn away and call me names |
| [05:12.05] | I'm okay with that, too proud |
| [05:14.44] | Unable to listen, we keep speaking |
| [05:17.21] | Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves |
| [05:21.02] | Unable to stop and unwilling to learn |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Kate Tempest |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Danalogue Betamax King Shabaka |
| [03:18.95] | All the many corpses begin to speak |
| [03:21.70] | What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore |
| [03:24.54] | It is too late for pleading white picket dreams |
| [03:27.38] | Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking |
| [03:30.84] | Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness |
| [03:34.01] | In the need to make face and keep up |
| [03:35.92] | And drown out the many voices within |
| [03:37.78] | Imagine a culture that has, at its root |
| [03:40.44] | A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones |
| [03:44.45] | But I can hear the lie before you speak |
| [03:47.57] | There is nothing but progress to eat |
| [03:49.48] | And we are so fat and so hungry |
| [03:52.32] | And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van |
| [03:54.74] | While the white shirt and tie in the tube car |
| [03:56.32] | Distractional picture |
| [03:58.73] | Pictures of beer and guilt about urges |
| [04:00.50] | ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness |
| [04:03.69] | Give me something I can nail myself to |
| [04:06.65] | Give me a sharplydressed talking head |
| [04:09.01] | Who has something about them I trust and despise |
| [04:11.39] | And what of it, anyway? These windows don' t open |
| [04:14.81] | They were designed to stay closed |
| [04:17.50] | Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute |
| [04:19.36] | Check the internet, never stop, never stop |
| [04:21.79] | There is a scar on the soul of the world |
| [04:24.37] | And it needs you to look |
| [04:26.12] | The blood of the past is here, it remains |
| [04:29.99] | The blood of the murders |
| [04:31.67] | The bodies like sacks leaking brain |
| [04:34.05] | All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains |
| [04:38.54] | To acknowledge without guilt |
| [04:40.12] | To accept without condition |
| [04:42.59] | And to listen when other people |
| [04:45.00] | Tell you how you have behaved |
| [04:46.79] | Truth is, it' s for us to feel and be moved |
| [04:50.34] | But I hear the clatter of bone against steel |
| [04:52.44] | It is coming |
| [04:53.39] | It will not be stilled, it is there |
| [04:55.78] | In the air, scorched white |
| [04:57.80] | The reflection of sunlight on glass |
| [04:59.98] | Bouncing back into sunlight |
| [05:02.09] | And glass bouncing back, industrialized |
| [05:04.98] | Denial, business as usual |
| [05:08.36] | So roll your eyes, shake your head |
| [05:10.20] | Turn away and call me names |
| [05:12.05] | I' m okay with that, too proud |
| [05:14.44] | Unable to listen, we keep speaking |
| [05:17.21] | Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves |
| [05:21.02] | Unable to stop and unwilling to learn |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Kate Tempest |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Danalogue Betamax King Shabaka |
| [03:18.95] | All the many corpses begin to speak |
| [03:21.70] | What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore |
| [03:24.54] | It is too late for pleading white picket dreams |
| [03:27.38] | Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking |
| [03:30.84] | Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness |
| [03:34.01] | In the need to make face and keep up |
| [03:35.92] | And drown out the many voices within |
| [03:37.78] | Imagine a culture that has, at its root |
| [03:40.44] | A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones |
| [03:44.45] | But I can hear the lie before you speak |
| [03:47.57] | There is nothing but progress to eat |
| [03:49.48] | And we are so fat and so hungry |
| [03:52.32] | And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van |
| [03:54.74] | While the white shirt and tie in the tube car |
| [03:56.32] | Distractional picture |
| [03:58.73] | Pictures of beer and guilt about urges |
| [04:00.50] | ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness |
| [04:03.69] | Give me something I can nail myself to |
| [04:06.65] | Give me a sharplydressed talking head |
| [04:09.01] | Who has something about them I trust and despise |
| [04:11.39] | And what of it, anyway? These windows don' t open |
| [04:14.81] | They were designed to stay closed |
| [04:17.50] | Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute |
| [04:19.36] | Check the internet, never stop, never stop |
| [04:21.79] | There is a scar on the soul of the world |
| [04:24.37] | And it needs you to look |
| [04:26.12] | The blood of the past is here, it remains |
| [04:29.99] | The blood of the murders |
| [04:31.67] | The bodies like sacks leaking brain |
| [04:34.05] | All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains |
| [04:38.54] | To acknowledge without guilt |
| [04:40.12] | To accept without condition |
| [04:42.59] | And to listen when other people |
| [04:45.00] | Tell you how you have behaved |
| [04:46.79] | Truth is, it' s for us to feel and be moved |
| [04:50.34] | But I hear the clatter of bone against steel |
| [04:52.44] | It is coming |
| [04:53.39] | It will not be stilled, it is there |
| [04:55.78] | In the air, scorched white |
| [04:57.80] | The reflection of sunlight on glass |
| [04:59.98] | Bouncing back into sunlight |
| [05:02.09] | And glass bouncing back, industrialized |
| [05:04.98] | Denial, business as usual |
| [05:08.36] | So roll your eyes, shake your head |
| [05:10.20] | Turn away and call me names |
| [05:12.05] | I' m okay with that, too proud |
| [05:14.44] | Unable to listen, we keep speaking |
| [05:17.21] | Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves |
| [05:21.02] | Unable to stop and unwilling to learn |
| [03:18.95] | 无数尸体开始张嘴讲话 |
| [03:21.70] | 再也不能判断何谓无知 |
| [03:24.54] | 现在再美国梦找借口已经太迟了（美国梦的一种象征：拥有带有白色栅栏的房子） |
| [03:27.38] | 把你的照片打印出来 虚假的人 世界在皱缩 |
| [03:30.84] | 为无足轻重的小时忧虑 忙于相互联络 |
| [03:34.01] | 要抛头露面 不能落后别人 |
| [03:35.92] | 要淹没众人的声音 |
| [03:37.78] | 想象一种文化吧 |
| [03:40.44] | 它使人对故土与爱侣产生灵魂上的共鸣 |
| [03:44.45] | 但在你说话之前我就识破了谎言 |
| [03:47.57] | 其实什么也没有 只有不停地吃 |
| [03:49.48] | 现在我们又肥又无比饥饿 |
| [03:52.32] | 黑色的手腕被铐在圈猪的火车里 |
| [03:54.74] | 穿着白衬衫、白领带的人躺在豪华汽车中 |
| [03:56.32] | 令人心烦意乱的画面 |
| [03:58.73] | 啤酒 罪恶的欲望 |
| [04:00.50] | 逢场作戏的情爱 放纵于虚无 |
| [04:03.69] | 告诉我能让我信服的事 |
| [04:06.65] | 给我一个穿着精干的专家 |
| [04:09.01] | 我相信、鄙视他们 |
| [04:11.39] | 但又有谁在乎呢？这些窗口不会被打开的 |
| [04:14.81] | 它们本来就是关着的 |
| [04:17.50] | 洗澡 奶昔 咖啡 通勤 |
| [04:19.36] | 不停地上网 |
| [04:21.79] | 世界的灵魂中有一道伤口 |
| [04:24.37] | 你去看看吧 |
| [04:26.12] | 历史的血液依旧在那 |
| [04:29.99] | 侩子手的血 |
| [04:31.67] | 尸横遍野 就像一堆渗着脑浆的麻袋 |
| [04:34.05] | 是的，尸体就这么堆积，背朝大地 |
| [04:38.54] | 毫无负罪感的承认 |
| [04:40.12] | 无条件地接受 |
| [04:42.59] | 听着其他人 |
| [04:45.00] | 告诉你你的所作所为 |
| [04:46.79] | 事实是，我们应该有所触动 |
| [04:50.34] | 但是我听见骨头碰撞钢铁发出的声音 |
| [04:52.44] | 即将来临了 |
| [04:53.39] | 不会平静下来的 它依旧在那 |
| [04:55.78] | 无处不在 烧焦的白色 |
| [04:57.80] | 玻璃杯反射的阳光 |
| [04:59.98] | 重又反射到阳光中去 |
| [05:02.09] | 玻璃反弹 工业化 |
| [05:04.98] | 一如往常的否认 |
| [05:08.36] | 你转转眼珠 摇摇头 |
| [05:10.20] | 转身离开 嘴里喊着我的名字 |
| [05:12.05] | 我没关系 太自负 |
| [05:14.44] | 我们不会倾听 只能不停地说 |
| [05:17.21] | 沾染着鲜血 无法辨认自己了 |
| [05:21.02] | 停不下来 也不愿意去了解 |
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