They Returned To Their Earth (For My Christ Thorn) 歌词

歌曲	They Returned To Their Earth (For My Christ Thorn)
歌手	Current 93
专辑	As The World Disappears
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Current Ninety Three ...
	When serpents come
	They cover the Christ thorn
	Two heads
	And cock heads
	Serpents feet of emotion
	Lidded eyes and smudged reality
	Everything has two faces
	One is earthly without true form
	The other blackened and blackening
	And mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	You know well its tortured form
	It's locked within a particular place
	It's locked within a particular form
	It's jailed by a falling light
	With angles shapes and size
	It's held by true what
	It's held in through place
	It's an aim that has no name
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	It's a form creating formless
	Formless creating form
	Oh four towers reaping backwards
	Do not spell the sound
	Do not move to the lies
	Speak the words and they create the universe
	And they destroy all universe
	Mother sleeps in the fields
	And father he reaps in the fields
	Heavy-lidded eyes do not mask his pain
	They shade us from the burning light
	Listen one face one form one truth
	I see it through the shading glass
	I see it fractured in the world
	This is not true
	It's appearance only
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	An eagle flies his bloody face
	Behind bloody claws behind bloody claws
	His pain is blackened rain
	His rain is Roman
	Sire the pain it is not finished
	I happens now
	Matchstick man in a matchstick world
	Nake the prime slice the sickle
	Nake the sickle slice the core
	Time stops when he was thirty-three
	And mother is in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Time stops when i am thirty
	Time stops then and time stops there
	Then is now
	Oh why do we not say it
	Time stops time breaks time folds
	Time ceases
	And pestle grindes the mortar
	The mortar turns to dust
	The metal turns to rust
	Words they fail they fall apart
	The corn it dies and is reborn
	And mother stays in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Blond hair moves in the blond corn
	Boyd wears black he talks of death
	But all his faces spell out light's on the roof
	He's kissing a rose
	A blooddrop comes from the heart of her life
	Something hangs above there in the skies
	Something hovers above his brown hair
	Life without us in the background of light
	And the birds don't sing
	When the curtain snaps
	Anita's in Ireland
	She's falling over rocks
	Stars of the sky stars of the pain
	And all stars meet in a falling star
	And some make money from weapons' blood
	And some make money from fear's blood
	And some make money from hunger's blood
	And some make money from politics' blood
	And some make money from religion's blood
	The world falls apart
	The world starts to cease
	And mother is in the fields
	And father has died in the fields

	zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ...
	When serpents come
	They cover the Christ thorn
	Two heads
	And cock heads
	Serpents feet of emotion
	Lidded eyes and smudged reality
	Everything has two faces
	One is earthly without true form
	The other blackened and blackening
	And mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	You know well its tortured form
	It' s locked within a particular place
	It' s locked within a particular form
	It' s jailed by a falling light
	With angles shapes and size
	It' s held by true what
	It' s held in through place
	It' s an aim that has no name
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	It' s a form creating formless
	Formless creating form
	Oh four towers reaping backwards
	Do not spell the sound
	Do not move to the lies
	Speak the words and they create the universe
	And they destroy all universe
	Mother sleeps in the fields
	And father he reaps in the fields
	Heavylidded eyes do not mask his pain
	They shade us from the burning light
	Listen one face one form one truth
	I see it through the shading glass
	I see it fractured in the world
	This is not true
	It' s appearance only
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	An eagle flies his bloody face
	Behind bloody claws behind bloody claws
	His pain is blackened rain
	His rain is Roman
	Sire the pain it is not finished
	I happens now
	Matchstick man in a matchstick world
	Nake the prime slice the sickle
	Nake the sickle slice the core
	Time stops when he was thirtythree
	And mother is in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Time stops when i am thirty
	Time stops then and time stops there
	Then is now
	Oh why do we not say it
	Time stops time breaks time folds
	Time ceases
	And pestle grindes the mortar
	The mortar turns to dust
	The metal turns to rust
	Words they fail they fall apart
	The corn it dies and is reborn
	And mother stays in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Blond hair moves in the blond corn
	Boyd wears black he talks of death
	But all his faces spell out light' s on the roof
	He' s kissing a rose
	A blooddrop comes from the heart of her life
	Something hangs above there in the skies
	Something hovers above his brown hair
	Life without us in the background of light
	And the birds don' t sing
	When the curtain snaps
	Anita' s in Ireland
	She' s falling over rocks
	Stars of the sky stars of the pain
	And all stars meet in a falling star
	And some make money from weapons' blood
	And some make money from fear' s blood
	And some make money from hunger' s blood
	And some make money from politics' blood
	And some make money from religion' s blood
	The world falls apart
	The world starts to cease
	And mother is in the fields
	And father has died in the fields

	zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ...
	When serpents come
	They cover the Christ thorn
	Two heads
	And cock heads
	Serpents feet of emotion
	Lidded eyes and smudged reality
	Everything has two faces
	One is earthly without true form
	The other blackened and blackening
	And mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	You know well its tortured form
	It' s locked within a particular place
	It' s locked within a particular form
	It' s jailed by a falling light
	With angles shapes and size
	It' s held by true what
	It' s held in through place
	It' s an aim that has no name
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	It' s a form creating formless
	Formless creating form
	Oh four towers reaping backwards
	Do not spell the sound
	Do not move to the lies
	Speak the words and they create the universe
	And they destroy all universe
	Mother sleeps in the fields
	And father he reaps in the fields
	Heavylidded eyes do not mask his pain
	They shade us from the burning light
	Listen one face one form one truth
	I see it through the shading glass
	I see it fractured in the world
	This is not true
	It' s appearance only
	Mother is in the fields
	Father is in the fields
	An eagle flies his bloody face
	Behind bloody claws behind bloody claws
	His pain is blackened rain
	His rain is Roman
	Sire the pain it is not finished
	I happens now
	Matchstick man in a matchstick world
	Nake the prime slice the sickle
	Nake the sickle slice the core
	Time stops when he was thirtythree
	And mother is in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Time stops when i am thirty
	Time stops then and time stops there
	Then is now
	Oh why do we not say it
	Time stops time breaks time folds
	Time ceases
	And pestle grindes the mortar
	The mortar turns to dust
	The metal turns to rust
	Words they fail they fall apart
	The corn it dies and is reborn
	And mother stays in the fields
	And father is in the fields
	Blond hair moves in the blond corn
	Boyd wears black he talks of death
	But all his faces spell out light' s on the roof
	He' s kissing a rose
	A blooddrop comes from the heart of her life
	Something hangs above there in the skies
	Something hovers above his brown hair
	Life without us in the background of light
	And the birds don' t sing
	When the curtain snaps
	Anita' s in Ireland
	She' s falling over rocks
	Stars of the sky stars of the pain
	And all stars meet in a falling star
	And some make money from weapons' blood
	And some make money from fear' s blood
	And some make money from hunger' s blood
	And some make money from politics' blood
	And some make money from religion' s blood
	The world falls apart
	The world starts to cease
	And mother is in the fields
	And father has died in the fields

They Returned To Their Earth (For My Christ Thorn) 歌词

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