歌曲 | Black Angel's Death Song - Album Version (Stereo) |
歌手 | The Velvet Underground |
专辑 | The Velvet Underground & Nico (45th Anniversary Super Deluxe Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The myriad choices of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the black angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering's brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife of g.t. | |
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skull-shrill yell | |
Shining brightly red-rimmed and | |
Red-lined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razor's | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gone to choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame, choose again | |
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side to be on | |
If the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the colors of the mouse trails | |
Don't scream, try between | |
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game i che che che che i | |
Che che ka tak koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |
The myriad choices of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the black angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering' s brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife of g. t. | |
The rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skullshrill yell | |
Shining brightly redrimmed and | |
Redlined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razor' s | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gone to choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame, choose again | |
And roverman' s refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side to be on | |
If the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the colors of the mouse trails | |
Don' t scream, try between | |
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game i che che che che i | |
Che che ka tak koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |
The myriad choices of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the black angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering' s brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife of g. t. | |
The rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skullshrill yell | |
Shining brightly redrimmed and | |
Redlined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razor' s | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gone to choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame, choose again | |
And roverman' s refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side to be on | |
If the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the colors of the mouse trails | |
Don' t scream, try between | |
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game i che che che che i | |
Che che ka tak koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |