歌曲 | The Great, Bloody And Bruised Veil Of The World |
歌手 | Current 93 |
专辑 | Calling For Vanished Faces |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tibet | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The trees wave in England | |
The streams flow in England | |
The poor halt in England | |
The poor heart of England | |
"And did those feet..." | |
Hobbled and crippled as They were | |
By our disbelief | |
Hope here to find | |
Some honesty | |
(Green colour of the grass | |
The horsefresh smell arising | |
From its quietly glowing glory) | |
And did They | |
As They move from one sad gap of heart | |
To another | |
Did They hope to find us open | |
Look: much is my armour | |
I can show you all the walls that may be built | |
But mostly most of all- | |
There's a wall of words | |
Around my heart which is my soul which is my all | |
God is not dead for all of us | |
(And goodbye to you all) | |
This is all Paradise | |
Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of | |
Upon | |
Suns and Beetles | |
The Ladybird lands upon my knee | |
The Lark is all joy | |
There are birds upon birds | |
Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil | |
Of this world | |
The kind one waits | |
Staggered pain of being | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world |
zuo ci : Tibet | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The trees wave in England | |
The streams flow in England | |
The poor halt in England | |
The poor heart of England | |
" And did those feet..." | |
Hobbled and crippled as They were | |
By our disbelief | |
Hope here to find | |
Some honesty | |
Green colour of the grass | |
The horsefresh smell arising | |
From its quietly glowing glory | |
And did They | |
As They move from one sad gap of heart | |
To another | |
Did They hope to find us open | |
Look: much is my armour | |
I can show you all the walls that may be built | |
But mostly most of all | |
There' s a wall of words | |
Around my heart which is my soul which is my all | |
God is not dead for all of us | |
And goodbye to you all | |
This is all Paradise | |
Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of | |
Upon | |
Suns and Beetles | |
The Ladybird lands upon my knee | |
The Lark is all joy | |
There are birds upon birds | |
Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil | |
Of this world | |
The kind one waits | |
Staggered pain of being | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world |
zuò cí : Tibet | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The trees wave in England | |
The streams flow in England | |
The poor halt in England | |
The poor heart of England | |
" And did those feet..." | |
Hobbled and crippled as They were | |
By our disbelief | |
Hope here to find | |
Some honesty | |
Green colour of the grass | |
The horsefresh smell arising | |
From its quietly glowing glory | |
And did They | |
As They move from one sad gap of heart | |
To another | |
Did They hope to find us open | |
Look: much is my armour | |
I can show you all the walls that may be built | |
But mostly most of all | |
There' s a wall of words | |
Around my heart which is my soul which is my all | |
God is not dead for all of us | |
And goodbye to you all | |
This is all Paradise | |
Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of | |
Upon | |
Suns and Beetles | |
The Ladybird lands upon my knee | |
The Lark is all joy | |
There are birds upon birds | |
Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil | |
Of this world | |
The kind one waits | |
Staggered pain of being | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world | |
The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world |