歌曲 | Beastie |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | Through The Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
From early days of infancy, through trembling years | |
Of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours | |
Long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror --- | |
Creature you love the least. picture his name before | |
You and exorcise the beast. | |
He roved up and down through history --- spectre | |
With tales to tell. in the darkness when the | |
Campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. if you look | |
Behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you | |
Can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. | |
Beastie | |
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at | |
Bay. you can pop those pills and visit some | |
Psychiatrist who'll say --- there's nothing i can do | |
For you, everywhere's a danger zone. i'd love to help | |
Get rid of it, but i've got one of my own. | |
There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon | |
My back. feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke | |
Oozing from his stack. and he moves beneath the | |
Covers or he lies below the bed. he's the beast upon | |
Your shoulder. he's the price upon your head. he's | |
The lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too. | |
He's your private nightmare pricking. he'd just love | |
To turn the screw. so stand as one defiant --- yes, and | |
Let your voices swell. stare that beastie in the face | |
And really give him hell. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
From early days of infancy, through trembling years | |
Of youth, long murky middleage and final hours | |
Long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror | |
Creature you love the least. picture his name before | |
You and exorcise the beast. | |
He roved up and down through history spectre | |
With tales to tell. in the darkness when the | |
Campfire' s dead to each his private hell. if you look | |
Behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you | |
Can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. | |
Beastie | |
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at | |
Bay. you can pop those pills and visit some | |
Psychiatrist who' ll say there' s nothing i can do | |
For you, everywhere' s a danger zone. i' d love to help | |
Get rid of it, but i' ve got one of my own. | |
There' s a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon | |
My back. feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke | |
Oozing from his stack. and he moves beneath the | |
Covers or he lies below the bed. he' s the beast upon | |
Your shoulder. he' s the price upon your head. he' s | |
The lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too. | |
He' s your private nightmare pricking. he' d just love | |
To turn the screw. so stand as one defiant yes, and | |
Let your voices swell. stare that beastie in the face | |
And really give him hell. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
From early days of infancy, through trembling years | |
Of youth, long murky middleage and final hours | |
Long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror | |
Creature you love the least. picture his name before | |
You and exorcise the beast. | |
He roved up and down through history spectre | |
With tales to tell. in the darkness when the | |
Campfire' s dead to each his private hell. if you look | |
Behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you | |
Can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. | |
Beastie | |
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at | |
Bay. you can pop those pills and visit some | |
Psychiatrist who' ll say there' s nothing i can do | |
For you, everywhere' s a danger zone. i' d love to help | |
Get rid of it, but i' ve got one of my own. | |
There' s a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon | |
My back. feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke | |
Oozing from his stack. and he moves beneath the | |
Covers or he lies below the bed. he' s the beast upon | |
Your shoulder. he' s the price upon your head. he' s | |
The lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too. | |
He' s your private nightmare pricking. he' d just love | |
To turn the screw. so stand as one defiant yes, and | |
Let your voices swell. stare that beastie in the face | |
And really give him hell. |