There She Goes, My Beautiful World 歌词

歌曲	There She Goes, My Beautiful World
歌手	Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
专辑	Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Cave
	The wintergreen, the juniper
	The cornflower and the chicory
	All the words you said to me
	Still vibrating in the air
	The elm, the ash and the linden tree
	The dark and deep, enchanted sea
	The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
	There she goes, my beautiful world

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	John Willmot penned his poetry
	riddled with the pox
	Nabakov wrote on index cards,
	at a lectem, in his socks
	St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
	imprisoned in a box
	And JohnnyThunders was half alive
	when he wrote Chinese Rocks

	Well, me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I'm lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I'm lying here, for what seems years
	I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
	while writing Das Kapital
	And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
	and went all tropical
	While Philip Larkin stuck it out
	in a library in Hull
	And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
	St. Vincent's hospital

	I will kneel at your feet
	I will lie at your door
	I will rock you to sleep
	I will roll on the floor
	And I'll ask for nothing
	Nothing in this life
	I'll ask for nothing
	Give me ever-lasting life

	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
	brother, and blow it
	If you've got a field, that don't yield,
	well get up and hoe it
	I look at you and you look at me and
	deep in our hearts know it
	That you weren't much of a muse,
	but then I weren't much of a poet

	I will be your slave
	I will peel you grapes
	Up on your pedestal
	With your ivory and apes
	With your book of ideas
	With your alchemy
	O Come on
	Send that stuff on down to me

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send it all around the world
	Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	zuo ci : Cave
	The wintergreen, the juniper
	The cornflower and the chicory
	All the words you said to me
	Still vibrating in the air
	The elm, the ash and the linden tree
	The dark and deep, enchanted sea
	The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
	There she goes, my beautiful world

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	John Willmot penned his poetry
	riddled with the pox
	Nabakov wrote on index cards,
	at a lectem, in his socks
	St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
	imprisoned in a box
	And JohnnyThunders was half alive
	when he wrote Chinese Rocks

	Well, me, I' m lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I' m lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I' m lying here, for what seems years
	I' m just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
	while writing Das Kapital
	And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
	and went all tropical
	While Philip Larkin stuck it out
	in a library in Hull
	And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
	St. Vincent' s hospital

	I will kneel at your feet
	I will lie at your door
	I will rock you to sleep
	I will roll on the floor
	And I' ll ask for nothing
	Nothing in this life
	I' ll ask for nothing
	Give me everlasting life

	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
	brother, and blow it
	If you' ve got a field, that don' t yield,
	well get up and hoe it
	I look at you and you look at me and
	deep in our hearts know it
	That you weren' t much of a muse,
	but then I weren' t much of a poet

	I will be your slave
	I will peel you grapes
	Up on your pedestal
	With your ivory and apes
	With your book of ideas
	With your alchemy
	O Come on
	Send that stuff on down to me

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send it all around the world
	Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	zuò cí : Cave
	The wintergreen, the juniper
	The cornflower and the chicory
	All the words you said to me
	Still vibrating in the air
	The elm, the ash and the linden tree
	The dark and deep, enchanted sea
	The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
	There she goes, my beautiful world

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	John Willmot penned his poetry
	riddled with the pox
	Nabakov wrote on index cards,
	at a lectem, in his socks
	St. John of the Cross did his best stuff
	imprisoned in a box
	And JohnnyThunders was half alive
	when he wrote Chinese Rocks

	Well, me, I' m lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I' m lying here, with nothing in my ears
	Me, I' m lying here, for what seems years
	I' m just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles
	while writing Das Kapital
	And Gaugin, he buggered off, man,
	and went all tropical
	While Philip Larkin stuck it out
	in a library in Hull
	And Dylan Thomas died drunk in
	St. Vincent' s hospital

	I will kneel at your feet
	I will lie at your door
	I will rock you to sleep
	I will roll on the floor
	And I' ll ask for nothing
	Nothing in this life
	I' ll ask for nothing
	Give me everlasting life

	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move the world
	I just want to move

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

	So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet,
	brother, and blow it
	If you' ve got a field, that don' t yield,
	well get up and hoe it
	I look at you and you look at me and
	deep in our hearts know it
	That you weren' t much of a muse,
	but then I weren' t much of a poet

	I will be your slave
	I will peel you grapes
	Up on your pedestal
	With your ivory and apes
	With your book of ideas
	With your alchemy
	O Come on
	Send that stuff on down to me

	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send that stuff on down to me
	Send it all around the world
	Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes, my beautiful world
	There she goes again

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