歌曲 | The Ballad of Mushroom Down |
歌手 | Emilie Autumn |
专辑 | Your Sugar Sits Untouched |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There was a land | |
I once heard tell | |
‘Twas christened | |
Mushroom Down | |
The folk who lived there | |
Loved it well | |
And never left their town | |
They stayed there from the hour of birth | |
Until the day they died | |
They never cared | |
For any earth | |
Except their Mushroom pride | |
They made their homes beneath the caps | |
Of fungi wide and tall | |
And when time came for tea | |
Perhaps a | |
Neighbor came to call | |
And while they sat in shade serene | |
And offered cream and cakes | |
They talked of things they’d never seen | |
Beyond the Mushroom lakes | |
They did not wish to journey there | |
They were contented so | |
But past the mossy banks somewhere | |
Lie what they did not know | |
More curious | |
They grew by day | |
And still more so by night | |
They wondered | |
If there were a way | |
To take a | |
Mushroom flight | |
Tormented by this new desire | |
More restless they became | |
And many began to conspire | |
On blueprints for a frame | |
A brilliant | |
Flying vehicle | |
Of mushroom caps and string | |
One gent proved | |
Astronautical | |
And built the very thing | |
And so the day arrived at last | |
On which the plane should board | |
The celebration went far past | |
What they could best afford | |
But they were folks of merry ways | |
And when the kegs were drained | |
In unison arose their gaze | |
And on the stroke | |
It rained | |
Now in the hist’ry of the town | |
No soul had ever seen | |
A flood the likes of which poured down | |
Upon the Mushroom Green | |
A gathering | |
Was held betwixt | |
The elders late that night | |
And even their votes were unmixed: | |
“We must postpone the flight!” | |
The disappointment through the land | |
Was more than some could bear | |
For their own world | |
Once thought so grand | |
They did no longer care | |
To say the least it was a shame | |
To see the people act | |
As though they’d lost their hope | |
Their flame | |
When their poor plans were sacked | |
But still the rain | |
Continued on | |
For more than fifty days | |
Their mushroom store was almost gone | |
They dreamt of sunshine rays | |
And that’s when they began to cease | |
Their thoughts of other towns | |
If only this storm would decrease | |
They’d cherish | |
Mushroom Downs | |
That night was spent in blackness deep | |
No star was seen to shine | |
But when the morning | |
Broke their sleep | |
They saw a sight divine | |
The rain was nowhere to be found | |
The sky was fresh | |
And clear | |
Hurrahs of joy for miles around | |
Were all that one could hear | |
And what is more | |
The earth had sprung | |
New mushrooms overnight | |
And many hymns of praise were sung | |
And no one | |
Spoke of flight | |
And so at last the ballad ends | |
With happiness sublime | |
And so the story goes | |
My friends | |
That is | |
Until next time… |
There was a land | |
I once heard tell | |
' Twas christened | |
Mushroom Down | |
The folk who lived there | |
Loved it well | |
And never left their town | |
They stayed there from the hour of birth | |
Until the day they died | |
They never cared | |
For any earth | |
Except their Mushroom pride | |
They made their homes beneath the caps | |
Of fungi wide and tall | |
And when time came for tea | |
Perhaps a | |
Neighbor came to call | |
And while they sat in shade serene | |
And offered cream and cakes | |
They talked of things they' d never seen | |
Beyond the Mushroom lakes | |
They did not wish to journey there | |
They were contented so | |
But past the mossy banks somewhere | |
Lie what they did not know | |
More curious | |
They grew by day | |
And still more so by night | |
They wondered | |
If there were a way | |
To take a | |
Mushroom flight | |
Tormented by this new desire | |
More restless they became | |
And many began to conspire | |
On blueprints for a frame | |
A brilliant | |
Flying vehicle | |
Of mushroom caps and string | |
One gent proved | |
Astronautical | |
And built the very thing | |
And so the day arrived at last | |
On which the plane should board | |
The celebration went far past | |
What they could best afford | |
But they were folks of merry ways | |
And when the kegs were drained | |
In unison arose their gaze | |
And on the stroke | |
It rained | |
Now in the hist' ry of the town | |
No soul had ever seen | |
A flood the likes of which poured down | |
Upon the Mushroom Green | |
A gathering | |
Was held betwixt | |
The elders late that night | |
And even their votes were unmixed: | |
" We must postpone the flight!" | |
The disappointment through the land | |
Was more than some could bear | |
For their own world | |
Once thought so grand | |
They did no longer care | |
To say the least it was a shame | |
To see the people act | |
As though they' d lost their hope | |
Their flame | |
When their poor plans were sacked | |
But still the rain | |
Continued on | |
For more than fifty days | |
Their mushroom store was almost gone | |
They dreamt of sunshine rays | |
And that' s when they began to cease | |
Their thoughts of other towns | |
If only this storm would decrease | |
They' d cherish | |
Mushroom Downs | |
That night was spent in blackness deep | |
No star was seen to shine | |
But when the morning | |
Broke their sleep | |
They saw a sight divine | |
The rain was nowhere to be found | |
The sky was fresh | |
And clear | |
Hurrahs of joy for miles around | |
Were all that one could hear | |
And what is more | |
The earth had sprung | |
New mushrooms overnight | |
And many hymns of praise were sung | |
And no one | |
Spoke of flight | |
And so at last the ballad ends | |
With happiness sublime | |
And so the story goes | |
My friends | |
That is | |
Until next time |
There was a land | |
I once heard tell | |
' Twas christened | |
Mushroom Down | |
The folk who lived there | |
Loved it well | |
And never left their town | |
They stayed there from the hour of birth | |
Until the day they died | |
They never cared | |
For any earth | |
Except their Mushroom pride | |
They made their homes beneath the caps | |
Of fungi wide and tall | |
And when time came for tea | |
Perhaps a | |
Neighbor came to call | |
And while they sat in shade serene | |
And offered cream and cakes | |
They talked of things they' d never seen | |
Beyond the Mushroom lakes | |
They did not wish to journey there | |
They were contented so | |
But past the mossy banks somewhere | |
Lie what they did not know | |
More curious | |
They grew by day | |
And still more so by night | |
They wondered | |
If there were a way | |
To take a | |
Mushroom flight | |
Tormented by this new desire | |
More restless they became | |
And many began to conspire | |
On blueprints for a frame | |
A brilliant | |
Flying vehicle | |
Of mushroom caps and string | |
One gent proved | |
Astronautical | |
And built the very thing | |
And so the day arrived at last | |
On which the plane should board | |
The celebration went far past | |
What they could best afford | |
But they were folks of merry ways | |
And when the kegs were drained | |
In unison arose their gaze | |
And on the stroke | |
It rained | |
Now in the hist' ry of the town | |
No soul had ever seen | |
A flood the likes of which poured down | |
Upon the Mushroom Green | |
A gathering | |
Was held betwixt | |
The elders late that night | |
And even their votes were unmixed: | |
" We must postpone the flight!" | |
The disappointment through the land | |
Was more than some could bear | |
For their own world | |
Once thought so grand | |
They did no longer care | |
To say the least it was a shame | |
To see the people act | |
As though they' d lost their hope | |
Their flame | |
When their poor plans were sacked | |
But still the rain | |
Continued on | |
For more than fifty days | |
Their mushroom store was almost gone | |
They dreamt of sunshine rays | |
And that' s when they began to cease | |
Their thoughts of other towns | |
If only this storm would decrease | |
They' d cherish | |
Mushroom Downs | |
That night was spent in blackness deep | |
No star was seen to shine | |
But when the morning | |
Broke their sleep | |
They saw a sight divine | |
The rain was nowhere to be found | |
The sky was fresh | |
And clear | |
Hurrahs of joy for miles around | |
Were all that one could hear | |
And what is more | |
The earth had sprung | |
New mushrooms overnight | |
And many hymns of praise were sung | |
And no one | |
Spoke of flight | |
And so at last the ballad ends | |
With happiness sublime | |
And so the story goes | |
My friends | |
That is | |
Until next time |