歌曲 | The Lyre Of Orpheus |
歌手 | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
专辑 | Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Casey, Cave, Ellis, Sclavunos | |
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed | |
Wondering what to do | |
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire | |
And a little pot of glue | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart | |
And glued it top to bottom | |
He strung a wire in between | |
He was feeling something rotten | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus looked at his instrument | |
And he gave the wire a pluck | |
He heard a sound so beautiful | |
He gasped and said | |
O my God O | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
He rushed inside to tell his wife | |
He went racing down the halls | |
Eurydice was still asleep in bed | |
Like a sack of cannonballs | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Look what | |
I've made, cried | |
Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note | |
Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets | |
And her tongue burst through her throat | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O God, what have | |
I done, he said | |
As her blood pooled in the sheets | |
But in his heart he felt a bliss | |
With which nothing could compete | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus went leaping through the fields | |
Strumming as hard as he did please | |
Birdies detonated in the sky | |
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled | |
He hit a G minor 7 | |
He woke up | |
God from a deep, deep sleep | |
God was a major player in heaven | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma God picked up a giant hammer | |
And He threw it with an thunderous yell | |
It smashed down hard on | |
Orpheus' head | |
And knocked him down a well | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma The well went down very deep | |
Very deep went down the well | |
The well went down so very deep | |
Well, the well went down to hell | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Poor | |
Orpheus woke up with a start | |
All amongst the rotting dead | |
His lyre tacked safe under his arm | |
His brains all down his head | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood | |
And she said to | |
Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here | |
I'll stick it up your orifice! | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said | |
Orpheus It's enough to send you bats | |
Let's stay down here, | |
Eurydice, dear | |
And we'll have a bunch of screaming brats | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time | |
He was on a real low down bummer | |
And stared deep into the abyss and said | |
This one is for | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O Mamma |
zuo ci : Casey, Cave, Ellis, Sclavunos | |
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed | |
Wondering what to do | |
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire | |
And a little pot of glue | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart | |
And glued it top to bottom | |
He strung a wire in between | |
He was feeling something rotten | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus looked at his instrument | |
And he gave the wire a pluck | |
He heard a sound so beautiful | |
He gasped and said | |
O my God O | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
He rushed inside to tell his wife | |
He went racing down the halls | |
Eurydice was still asleep in bed | |
Like a sack of cannonballs | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Look what | |
I' ve made, cried | |
Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note | |
Eurydice' s eyes popped from their sockets | |
And her tongue burst through her throat | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O God, what have | |
I done, he said | |
As her blood pooled in the sheets | |
But in his heart he felt a bliss | |
With which nothing could compete | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus went leaping through the fields | |
Strumming as hard as he did please | |
Birdies detonated in the sky | |
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled | |
He hit a G minor 7 | |
He woke up | |
God from a deep, deep sleep | |
God was a major player in heaven | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma God picked up a giant hammer | |
And He threw it with an thunderous yell | |
It smashed down hard on | |
Orpheus' head | |
And knocked him down a well | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma The well went down very deep | |
Very deep went down the well | |
The well went down so very deep | |
Well, the well went down to hell | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Poor | |
Orpheus woke up with a start | |
All amongst the rotting dead | |
His lyre tacked safe under his arm | |
His brains all down his head | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood | |
And she said to | |
Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here | |
I' ll stick it up your orifice! | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said | |
Orpheus It' s enough to send you bats | |
Let' s stay down here, | |
Eurydice, dear | |
And we' ll have a bunch of screaming brats | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time | |
He was on a real low down bummer | |
And stared deep into the abyss and said | |
This one is for | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O Mamma |
zuò cí : Casey, Cave, Ellis, Sclavunos | |
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed | |
Wondering what to do | |
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire | |
And a little pot of glue | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma He sawed at the wood with half a heart | |
And glued it top to bottom | |
He strung a wire in between | |
He was feeling something rotten | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus looked at his instrument | |
And he gave the wire a pluck | |
He heard a sound so beautiful | |
He gasped and said | |
O my God O | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
He rushed inside to tell his wife | |
He went racing down the halls | |
Eurydice was still asleep in bed | |
Like a sack of cannonballs | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Look what | |
I' ve made, cried | |
Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note | |
Eurydice' s eyes popped from their sockets | |
And her tongue burst through her throat | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O God, what have | |
I done, he said | |
As her blood pooled in the sheets | |
But in his heart he felt a bliss | |
With which nothing could compete | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus went leaping through the fields | |
Strumming as hard as he did please | |
Birdies detonated in the sky | |
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled | |
He hit a G minor 7 | |
He woke up | |
God from a deep, deep sleep | |
God was a major player in heaven | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma God picked up a giant hammer | |
And He threw it with an thunderous yell | |
It smashed down hard on | |
Orpheus' head | |
And knocked him down a well | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma The well went down very deep | |
Very deep went down the well | |
The well went down so very deep | |
Well, the well went down to hell | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Poor | |
Orpheus woke up with a start | |
All amongst the rotting dead | |
His lyre tacked safe under his arm | |
His brains all down his head | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood | |
And she said to | |
Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here | |
I' ll stick it up your orifice! | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma This lyre lark is for the birds, said | |
Orpheus It' s enough to send you bats | |
Let' s stay down here, | |
Eurydice, dear | |
And we' ll have a bunch of screaming brats | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time | |
He was on a real low down bummer | |
And stared deep into the abyss and said | |
This one is for | |
Mamma O Mamma | |
O Mamma O | |
Mamma O Mamma |