Envelopes of Yesterday 歌词
| 歌曲 | Envelopes of Yesterday |
| 歌手 | Peter Sinfield |
| 专辑 | Still |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:Envelopes of Yesterday] | |
| [ar:Peter Sinfield] | |
| [al:Still] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sinfield |
| [00:35.27] | I feel like a rusty key I don't fit any door |
| [00:42.24] | You stole my cloudy castles but you didn't say what for |
| [00:49.41] | You said I didn't have the eyes to paint out in the street |
| [00:56.50] | Without a standard martyr's hat and neon sloganned feet |
| [01:04.04] | To eat, it seems, I needed you, for crumbs your need was me |
| [01:11.15] | We cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see |
| [01:18.05] | At five o'clock you could never wash your printer's stain away |
| [01:25.01] | So I count you lost and your words I've tossed |
| [01:28.49] | In the bleary(weary) envelopes of yesterday... |
| [01:35.81] | |
| [01:37.68] | I feel like a tumbling kite there's no hand on my reel |
| [01:44.63] | I dived aboard your star-bright ship to find you'd left the wheel |
| [01:51.74] | To hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare |
| [01:58.56] | Then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air |
| [02:05.72] | Whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew |
| [02:12.79] | John Purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue |
| [02:19.72] | Still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay |
| [02:26.83] | So I've burnt the till and I've thrown the bills |
| [02:30.71] | In the weary(weary) envelopes of yesterday... |
| [02:37.68] | |
| [03:21.04] | I need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink |
| [03:28.24] | To juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink |
| [03:35.04] | Don't blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track |
| [03:42.09] | I only meant to startle you not offer you my back |
| [03:49.21] | To ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay |
| [03:55.96] | You can find your guide to the pulpit ride |
| [03:59.57] | In the dreary(weary) envelopes of yesterday... |
| [04:06.55] | |
| [04:09.43] | I'm upside down, I'm an empty town, my eyes are full of ghost |
| [04:17.22] | Of dusty windowed certainty and spider-webbed almost |
| [04:23.95] | I love, I hate this rock and roll, the ladies and the lights |
| [04:30.70] | Ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right |
| [04:37.65] | Whilst now my toast is the crossroads post, I hear just out of sight |
| [04:44.81] | That the Black Pick's found his Chaldean lamp |
| [04:48.30] | After years in a concentration camp |
| [04:51.67] | But I fear he's still out on the ice |
| [04:55.08] | With his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss |
| [05:02.32] | |
| [05:25.80] | Still, I've fulfilled a host of dreams for that I'll cry hurray |
| [05:26:00] | (Still, I've explored a plague of dreams and I've led the masquerade) |
| [05:32.61] | But it won't be long till I cast this song |
| [05:36.33] | In the jet-edged envelopes... |
| [05:36.53] | (In the ash-filled envelopes...) |
| [05:39.89] |
| ti: Envelopes of Yesterday | |
| ar: Peter Sinfield | |
| al: Still | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Sinfield |
| [00:35.27] | I feel like a rusty key I don' t fit any door |
| [00:42.24] | You stole my cloudy castles but you didn' t say what for |
| [00:49.41] | You said I didn' t have the eyes to paint out in the street |
| [00:56.50] | Without a standard martyr' s hat and neon sloganned feet |
| [01:04.04] | To eat, it seems, I needed you, for crumbs your need was me |
| [01:11.15] | We cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see |
| [01:18.05] | At five o' clock you could never wash your printer' s stain away |
| [01:25.01] | So I count you lost and your words I' ve tossed |
| [01:28.49] | In the bleary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [01:35.81] | |
| [01:37.68] | I feel like a tumbling kite there' s no hand on my reel |
| [01:44.63] | I dived aboard your starbright ship to find you' d left the wheel |
| [01:51.74] | To hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare |
| [01:58.56] | Then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air |
| [02:05.72] | Whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew |
| [02:12.79] | John Purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue |
| [02:19.72] | Still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay |
| [02:26.83] | So I' ve burnt the till and I' ve thrown the bills |
| [02:30.71] | In the weary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [02:37.68] | |
| [03:21.04] | I need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink |
| [03:28.24] | To juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink |
| [03:35.04] | Don' t blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track |
| [03:42.09] | I only meant to startle you not offer you my back |
| [03:49.21] | To ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay |
| [03:55.96] | You can find your guide to the pulpit ride |
| [03:59.57] | In the dreary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [04:06.55] | |
| [04:09.43] | I' m upside down, I' m an empty town, my eyes are full of ghost |
| [04:17.22] | Of dusty windowed certainty and spiderwebbed almost |
| [04:23.95] | I love, I hate this rock and roll, the ladies and the lights |
| [04:30.70] | Ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right |
| [04:37.65] | Whilst now my toast is the crossroads post, I hear just out of sight |
| [04:44.81] | That the Black Pick' s found his Chaldean lamp |
| [04:48.30] | After years in a concentration camp |
| [04:51.67] | But I fear he' s still out on the ice |
| [04:55.08] | With his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss |
| [05:02.32] | |
| [05:25.80] | Still, I' ve fulfilled a host of dreams for that I' ll cry hurray |
| [05:26:00] | Still, I' ve explored a plague of dreams and I' ve led the masquerade |
| [05:32.61] | But it won' t be long till I cast this song |
| [05:36.33] | In the jetedged envelopes... |
| [05:36.53] | In the ashfilled envelopes... |
| [05:39.89] |
| ti: Envelopes of Yesterday | |
| ar: Peter Sinfield | |
| al: Still | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sinfield |
| [00:35.27] | I feel like a rusty key I don' t fit any door |
| [00:42.24] | You stole my cloudy castles but you didn' t say what for |
| [00:49.41] | You said I didn' t have the eyes to paint out in the street |
| [00:56.50] | Without a standard martyr' s hat and neon sloganned feet |
| [01:04.04] | To eat, it seems, I needed you, for crumbs your need was me |
| [01:11.15] | We cheered and passed the sanguine flask till the iceman made me see |
| [01:18.05] | At five o' clock you could never wash your printer' s stain away |
| [01:25.01] | So I count you lost and your words I' ve tossed |
| [01:28.49] | In the bleary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [01:35.81] | |
| [01:37.68] | I feel like a tumbling kite there' s no hand on my reel |
| [01:44.63] | I dived aboard your starbright ship to find you' d left the wheel |
| [01:51.74] | To hunt some upstart passengers who had gambled with their fare |
| [01:58.56] | Then trumpeted the hull with holes and laughing gone by air |
| [02:05.72] | Whilst most of us who stayed aboard slipped brandy to the crew |
| [02:12.79] | John Purser locked his iron box and pointed at the queue |
| [02:19.72] | Still working out the price of time no echoes will we lay |
| [02:26.83] | So I' ve burnt the till and I' ve thrown the bills |
| [02:30.71] | In the weary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [02:37.68] | |
| [03:21.04] | I need to suck the breasts of time and freeze her milk in ink |
| [03:28.24] | To juggle cruets full of dreams and balance on the brink |
| [03:35.04] | Don' t blame me if my smoke and steam obscured your rutted track |
| [03:42.09] | I only meant to startle you not offer you my back |
| [03:49.21] | To ride upon and overload with your jars of unbaked clay |
| [03:55.96] | You can find your guide to the pulpit ride |
| [03:59.57] | In the dreary weary envelopes of yesterday... |
| [04:06.55] | |
| [04:09.43] | I' m upside down, I' m an empty town, my eyes are full of ghost |
| [04:17.22] | Of dusty windowed certainty and spiderwebbed almost |
| [04:23.95] | I love, I hate this rock and roll, the ladies and the lights |
| [04:30.70] | Ate all my flowers long ago but the roots came through all right |
| [04:37.65] | Whilst now my toast is the crossroads post, I hear just out of sight |
| [04:44.81] | That the Black Pick' s found his Chaldean lamp |
| [04:48.30] | After years in a concentration camp |
| [04:51.67] | But I fear he' s still out on the ice |
| [04:55.08] | With his bagpipe mouth and his cup of crimson speiss |
| [05:02.32] | |
| [05:25.80] | Still, I' ve fulfilled a host of dreams for that I' ll cry hurray |
| [05:26:00] | Still, I' ve explored a plague of dreams and I' ve led the masquerade |
| [05:32.61] | But it won' t be long till I cast this song |
| [05:36.33] | In the jetedged envelopes... |
| [05:36.53] | In the ashfilled envelopes... |
| [05:39.89] |
| [00:35.27] | 我如一把生锈的钥匙，打不开任何门扉 |
| [00:42.24] | 你偷走我的云中城堡 ，不留下任何原因 |
| [00:49.41] | 你说我没眼力在街头作画 |
| [00:56.50] | 头不带殉道士礼帽，脚不穿霓虹灯标语 |
| [01:04.04] | 饱餐一顿吧，我不过为面包渣归顺你，你却视我为珍宝 |
| [01:11.15] | 我们传杯轮饮血红色美酒，直到冰雪人让我明白 |
| [01:18.05] | 五点时分，你永远洗不净打印机上的污点 |
| [01:25.01] | 我想你已落败，你的文字我弃如敝屣 |
| [01:28.49] | 扔在模糊远去的旧日信封里…… |
| [01:37.68] | 我如一只狂舞的风筝，绳子无人牵引 |
| [01:44.63] | 我跳上你明亮的星船，却见无人驾驶 |
| [01:51.74] | 你离开我们，去寻找那些用船票做赌注的新乘员 |
| [01:58.56] | 你到处宣传星船有空缺席位，笑着乘飞机走了 |
| [02:05.72] | 剩下留在船上的我们，偷偷和船员们喝白兰地 |
| [02:12.79] | 乘务长约翰锁上铁盒子，朝队伍指指点点 |
| [02:19.72] | 计算着时间的代价，我们不再乐意附和 |
| [02:26.83] | 因此所以我烧了钱柜，扔了钞票 |
| [02:30.71] | 散落在疲惫不堪的旧日信封里...... |
| [03:21.04] | 我要吮吸时间的乳房，将乳汁凝结在笔墨中 |
| [03:28.24] | 耍弄盛满梦想的祭器，顶着边缘保持平衡 |
| [03:35.04] | 别怪我的烟雾和蒸汽遮蔽了你车辙斑斑的小路 |
| [03:42.09] | 我只想吓唬你，而决不拥护你 |
| [03:49.21] | 未烧制的陶罐子不堪负荷，骑着它 |
| [03:55.96] | 你可以找到你的布道台旅行指南 |
| [03:59.57] | 摆放在模糊远去的旧日信封里…… |
| [04:09.43] | 我神魂颠倒，空洞如鬼城，眼前满是魅影 |
| [04:17.22] | 和布满灰尘蛛网的窗户 |
| [04:23.95] | 我自爱我的摇滚，女孩和灯光，但又何其憎恶 |
| [04:30.70] | 从前，我的花朵被蚕食殆尽，树根却完好地重新长出 |
| [04:37.65] | 如今，我为十字路口的立柱举杯，虽未见却每每听闻 |
| [04:44.81] | 在集中营呆了几年之后 |
| [04:48.30] | 挑刺者布莱克找到了他的迦勒底神灯 |
| [04:51.67] | 但恐怕他仍活在冰原上 |
| [04:55.08] | 他有张风笛嘴，和一杯子绯红金属渣 |
| [05:25.80] | 尽管如此，我还是实现了很多梦想，为此我将欢呼 |
| [05:26:00] | 尽管如此，我还是探索了梦境之灾，主持了假面舞会 |
| [05:32.61] | 过不了多久我便将这首歌 |
| [05:36.33] | 封存在镶着黑边的信封里…… |
| [05:36.53] | 封存在积满灰尘的信封里…… |
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