歌曲 | Another Day Above The Ground |
歌手 | Shriekback |
专辑 | Life In The Loading Bay |
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作曲 : Shriekback | |
作词 : Shriekback | |
Another Day Above The Ground | |
This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay (2010) | |
Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
his suspect light and enterprise-- | |
defines a moral view | |
in these galleries of Stone | |
the sad-sack women roam | |
and one or two he will pursue. | |
In these cataracts of time | |
the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
is funny cos it's true. | |
his full-spectrum appetites will not infringe | |
their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
History in the making | |
somewhat bruised; completely aching | |
as it all goes down: | |
another day above the ground | |
by the park, the lonely man | |
we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
so very far away | |
Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
the ragged hordes have come again | |
a thousand in the bay | |
the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
his speech that took your breath away: | |
it was, I think, sincere. | |
The fissure where the bone comes through | |
The reptile house of me and you | |
the truth of things is clear: | |
there will be no blessing | |
and it's all just window dressing | |
you can ask around | |
another day above the ground | |
Conjour up the clowns and me | |
all crying in the chromakey | |
in fields of fire and air | |
all are hostages to time: | |
the knuckleheads, | |
the New Sublime | |
is neither here nor there | |
the wind that blows the clouds about | |
the sins they said would find you out | |
are seldom far away | |
those lucid dreams | |
that hang around | |
they're silent in the morning now | |
and quieter in the day | |
burning all the diaries | |
I'm just helping with enquiries | |
here at Lost and Found | |
Another day above the ground |
zuo qu : Shriekback | |
zuo ci : Shriekback | |
Another Day Above The Ground | |
This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay 2010 | |
Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
his suspect light and enterprise | |
defines a moral view | |
in these galleries of Stone | |
the sadsack women roam | |
and one or two he will pursue. | |
In these cataracts of time | |
the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
is funny cos it' s true. | |
his fullspectrum appetites will not infringe | |
their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
History in the making | |
somewhat bruised completely aching | |
as it all goes down: | |
another day above the ground | |
by the park, the lonely man | |
we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
so very far away | |
Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
the ragged hordes have come again | |
a thousand in the bay | |
the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
his speech that took your breath away: | |
it was, I think, sincere. | |
The fissure where the bone comes through | |
The reptile house of me and you | |
the truth of things is clear: | |
there will be no blessing | |
and it' s all just window dressing | |
you can ask around | |
another day above the ground | |
Conjour up the clowns and me | |
all crying in the chromakey | |
in fields of fire and air | |
all are hostages to time: | |
the knuckleheads, | |
the New Sublime | |
is neither here nor there | |
the wind that blows the clouds about | |
the sins they said would find you out | |
are seldom far away | |
those lucid dreams | |
that hang around | |
they' re silent in the morning now | |
and quieter in the day | |
burning all the diaries | |
I' m just helping with enquiries | |
here at Lost and Found | |
Another day above the ground |
zuò qǔ : Shriekback | |
zuò cí : Shriekback | |
Another Day Above The Ground | |
This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay 2010 | |
Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
his suspect light and enterprise | |
defines a moral view | |
in these galleries of Stone | |
the sadsack women roam | |
and one or two he will pursue. | |
In these cataracts of time | |
the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
is funny cos it' s true. | |
his fullspectrum appetites will not infringe | |
their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
History in the making | |
somewhat bruised completely aching | |
as it all goes down: | |
another day above the ground | |
by the park, the lonely man | |
we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
so very far away | |
Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
the ragged hordes have come again | |
a thousand in the bay | |
the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
his speech that took your breath away: | |
it was, I think, sincere. | |
The fissure where the bone comes through | |
The reptile house of me and you | |
the truth of things is clear: | |
there will be no blessing | |
and it' s all just window dressing | |
you can ask around | |
another day above the ground | |
Conjour up the clowns and me | |
all crying in the chromakey | |
in fields of fire and air | |
all are hostages to time: | |
the knuckleheads, | |
the New Sublime | |
is neither here nor there | |
the wind that blows the clouds about | |
the sins they said would find you out | |
are seldom far away | |
those lucid dreams | |
that hang around | |
they' re silent in the morning now | |
and quieter in the day | |
burning all the diaries | |
I' m just helping with enquiries | |
here at Lost and Found | |
Another day above the ground |