歌曲 | Grave New World |
歌手 | Luis Eduardo Aute |
专辑 | Aute Con Alevosía |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
"Back to order" is the spirit of these times | |
and its matter, all the silence of its crimes, | |
market prophets blessing final Histories, | |
show-biz vampires sucking blood from realities, | |
wall street churches built on homeless walls and streets, | |
entertainment celebrating thought´s defeat... | |
Without love, without soul, | |
without heart, without mind... | |
In this grave new world, | |
deaf and dumb and blind. | |
Right wing eagles flying over legal theft, | |
only anger of distress is all that´s left, | |
racist raiders are the winners of the race | |
and the darskins ride the horses of disgrace. | |
If you think twice, you may be called Bertold Brecht | |
and that poet is somehow not too correct... | |
Swords of wisdom are the keepers of the key, | |
sin redeemers selling heavens on TV. | |
Crooks and thieves will have you begging on your knees, | |
that´s the bargain if you want to get your fees. | |
Lady Rainbow, all your colours have been sold, | |
tell me Beauty, are you worth a pot of gold? |
" Back to order" is the spirit of these times | |
and its matter, all the silence of its crimes, | |
market prophets blessing final Histories, | |
showbiz vampires sucking blood from realities, | |
wall street churches built on homeless walls and streets, | |
entertainment celebrating thought s defeat... | |
Without love, without soul, | |
without heart, without mind... | |
In this grave new world, | |
deaf and dumb and blind. | |
Right wing eagles flying over legal theft, | |
only anger of distress is all that s left, | |
racist raiders are the winners of the race | |
and the darskins ride the horses of disgrace. | |
If you think twice, you may be called Bertold Brecht | |
and that poet is somehow not too correct... | |
Swords of wisdom are the keepers of the key, | |
sin redeemers selling heavens on TV. | |
Crooks and thieves will have you begging on your knees, | |
that s the bargain if you want to get your fees. | |
Lady Rainbow, all your colours have been sold, | |
tell me Beauty, are you worth a pot of gold? |
" Back to order" is the spirit of these times | |
and its matter, all the silence of its crimes, | |
market prophets blessing final Histories, | |
showbiz vampires sucking blood from realities, | |
wall street churches built on homeless walls and streets, | |
entertainment celebrating thought s defeat... | |
Without love, without soul, | |
without heart, without mind... | |
In this grave new world, | |
deaf and dumb and blind. | |
Right wing eagles flying over legal theft, | |
only anger of distress is all that s left, | |
racist raiders are the winners of the race | |
and the darskins ride the horses of disgrace. | |
If you think twice, you may be called Bertold Brecht | |
and that poet is somehow not too correct... | |
Swords of wisdom are the keepers of the key, | |
sin redeemers selling heavens on TV. | |
Crooks and thieves will have you begging on your knees, | |
that s the bargain if you want to get your fees. | |
Lady Rainbow, all your colours have been sold, | |
tell me Beauty, are you worth a pot of gold? |