歌曲 | Boy Cried Wolf |
歌手 | Patti Smith |
专辑 | Gung Ho |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Smith | |
作曲:Patti 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 | |
zuo qu: Patti 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 | |
zuò qǔ: Patti 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 |