Boy Cried Wolf

Boy Cried Wolf 歌词

歌曲 Boy Cried Wolf
歌手 Patti Smith
专辑 Land (1975-2002)
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作词 : Smith
Oh the story's told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the
tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a
whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy
Well they drew him from the forest
Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the
arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
In the ancient mold they're dancing
down
Calling to the moon but it don't answer
And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the
sacramental blood
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don't come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything
They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself
Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to
mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
Lost received retrieved
The human tide
Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence
zuo ci : Smith
Oh the story' s told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the
tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a
whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy
Well they drew him from the forest
Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the
arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don' t come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
In the ancient mold they' re dancing
down
Calling to the moon but it don' t answer
And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the
sacramental blood
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don' t come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything
They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself
Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to
mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
Lost received retrieved
The human tide
Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence
zuò cí : Smith
Oh the story' s told been told retold
From the sacred scriptures to the
tabloids
All the fuss and fight none above a
whisper
The soul of gold the belly of a boy
Well they drew him from the forest
Like they draw blood
Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
And he turned his head and let the
arrows fly
Through the trees, the trees
The ornamental leaves
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don' t come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
In the ancient mold they' re dancing
down
Calling to the moon but it don' t answer
And they fell on their knees
and passed the bowl around
And the blood the blood the
sacramental blood
Boy cried wolf
Wolf don' t come
Wolf within
Boy cried wolf
I am the body I am the stream
I am the wake of everything
They bring me flowers that are myself
Garlands of blood that are myself
Slain the lamb that is himself
Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
Are nothing to the wind but whose to
mind
Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
Lost received retrieved
The human tide
Innocence had its day
Innocence had its day
Innocence innocence
Boy Cried Wolf 歌词
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