歌曲 | The King Beetle On A Coconut Estate |
歌手 | mewithoutYou |
专辑 | It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's Alright |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : MewithoutYou | |
As the Moon rose and the hour grew late | |
The day help on a Coconut estate | |
Raked up the dry leaves that fell dead from the Trees | |
Which they burned in a pile by the lake | |
The Beetle King summoned his men | |
And from the top of the Rhododendron stem: | |
Calling all volunteers! | |
Who can carry back here | |
The Great Mystery that's lit once again? | |
One Beetle emerged from the crowd | |
In a fashionable abdomen shroud, said | |
I'm a Professor, you see, that's no mystery to me... | |
I'll be back soon, successful and proud | |
But when the Beetle Professor returned | |
He crawled on all six, as his wings had been burned | |
And described to the finest detail all he'd learned | |
But there was neither a light nor a heat in his words | |
The deeply dissatisfied King | |
Climbed the same stem to announce the same thing | |
But in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal | |
With a silver Padparadscha ring | |
The Lieutenant stepped out from the line | |
As he lassoed his thorax with twine, thinking | |
I'm stronger and braver, | |
I'll earn the King's favor, and | |
One day all he has will be mine! | |
But for all the Lieutenant's conceit | |
He, too, returned singed and admitting defeat: | |
I had no choice, please believe, but retreat... | |
It was bright as the sun, but with 10x the heat! | |
It cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes, | |
Though smothered with sticks it advanced undeterred | |
As it carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, | |
My Lord, like a flock of | |
D a r k, v a n i s h i n g b i r d s. | |
The Beetle King slammed down his fist: | |
Your flowery description | |
Is no better than his! | |
We sent for the Great Light and you bring us this?? | |
We didn't ask what it seems like, | |
We asked what it IS! | |
His Majesty's hour at last has drawn nigh! | |
The elegant Queen took her leave from his side | |
Without understanding but without asking why | |
Gathered their Kids to come bid their goodbyes | |
The father explained: | |
You've been somewhat deceived... | |
We've all called me your dad, | |
But your True Dad's not me | |
No, I lay next to your mom | |
And your forms were conceived | |
But your Father is the Life within all that you see | |
He fills up the ponds as he empties the clouds, | |
Holds without hands and speaks without sounds, | |
Provides us with the Cow's waste and coconuts to eat | |
Giving one that nice salt-taste and the other a sweet, | |
Sends the black carriage the day Death shows its face | |
Thinning our numbers with Kindness and Grace | |
And just as a Flower and its Fragrance are one | |
So must each of you and your Father become | |
Now distribute my scepter, my crown and my throne | |
And all we've known as 'wealth' to the poor and alone... | |
And, without further hesitation, | |
Without looking back home | |
The King flew headlong into the blazing unknown! | |
And as the Smoke King curled higher and higher | |
The troops, flying loops around the telephone wire, said: | |
Our Beloved's not dead, | |
But His Highness instead | |
Has been utterly changed into Fire!!! | |
Why not be utterly changed into Fire?? |
zuo qu : MewithoutYou | |
As the Moon rose and the hour grew late | |
The day help on a Coconut estate | |
Raked up the dry leaves that fell dead from the Trees | |
Which they burned in a pile by the lake | |
The Beetle King summoned his men | |
And from the top of the Rhododendron stem: | |
Calling all volunteers! | |
Who can carry back here | |
The Great Mystery that' s lit once again? | |
One Beetle emerged from the crowd | |
In a fashionable abdomen shroud, said | |
I' m a Professor, you see, that' s no mystery to me... | |
I' ll be back soon, successful and proud | |
But when the Beetle Professor returned | |
He crawled on all six, as his wings had been burned | |
And described to the finest detail all he' d learned | |
But there was neither a light nor a heat in his words | |
The deeply dissatisfied King | |
Climbed the same stem to announce the same thing | |
But in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal | |
With a silver Padparadscha ring | |
The Lieutenant stepped out from the line | |
As he lassoed his thorax with twine, thinking | |
I' m stronger and braver, | |
I' ll earn the King' s favor, and | |
One day all he has will be mine! | |
But for all the Lieutenant' s conceit | |
He, too, returned singed and admitting defeat: | |
I had no choice, please believe, but retreat... | |
It was bright as the sun, but with 10x the heat! | |
It cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes, | |
Though smothered with sticks it advanced undeterred | |
As it carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, | |
My Lord, like a flock of | |
D a r k, v a n i s h i n g b i r d s. | |
The Beetle King slammed down his fist: | |
Your flowery description | |
Is no better than his! | |
We sent for the Great Light and you bring us this?? | |
We didn' t ask what it seems like, | |
We asked what it IS! | |
His Majesty' s hour at last has drawn nigh! | |
The elegant Queen took her leave from his side | |
Without understanding but without asking why | |
Gathered their Kids to come bid their goodbyes | |
The father explained: | |
You' ve been somewhat deceived... | |
We' ve all called me your dad, | |
But your True Dad' s not me | |
No, I lay next to your mom | |
And your forms were conceived | |
But your Father is the Life within all that you see | |
He fills up the ponds as he empties the clouds, | |
Holds without hands and speaks without sounds, | |
Provides us with the Cow' s waste and coconuts to eat | |
Giving one that nice salttaste and the other a sweet, | |
Sends the black carriage the day Death shows its face | |
Thinning our numbers with Kindness and Grace | |
And just as a Flower and its Fragrance are one | |
So must each of you and your Father become | |
Now distribute my scepter, my crown and my throne | |
And all we' ve known as ' wealth' to the poor and alone... | |
And, without further hesitation, | |
Without looking back home | |
The King flew headlong into the blazing unknown! | |
And as the Smoke King curled higher and higher | |
The troops, flying loops around the telephone wire, said: | |
Our Beloved' s not dead, | |
But His Highness instead | |
Has been utterly changed into Fire!!! | |
Why not be utterly changed into Fire?? |
zuò qǔ : MewithoutYou | |
As the Moon rose and the hour grew late | |
The day help on a Coconut estate | |
Raked up the dry leaves that fell dead from the Trees | |
Which they burned in a pile by the lake | |
The Beetle King summoned his men | |
And from the top of the Rhododendron stem: | |
Calling all volunteers! | |
Who can carry back here | |
The Great Mystery that' s lit once again? | |
One Beetle emerged from the crowd | |
In a fashionable abdomen shroud, said | |
I' m a Professor, you see, that' s no mystery to me... | |
I' ll be back soon, successful and proud | |
But when the Beetle Professor returned | |
He crawled on all six, as his wings had been burned | |
And described to the finest detail all he' d learned | |
But there was neither a light nor a heat in his words | |
The deeply dissatisfied King | |
Climbed the same stem to announce the same thing | |
But in his second appeal sought to sweeten the deal | |
With a silver Padparadscha ring | |
The Lieutenant stepped out from the line | |
As he lassoed his thorax with twine, thinking | |
I' m stronger and braver, | |
I' ll earn the King' s favor, and | |
One day all he has will be mine! | |
But for all the Lieutenant' s conceit | |
He, too, returned singed and admitting defeat: | |
I had no choice, please believe, but retreat... | |
It was bright as the sun, but with 10x the heat! | |
It cracked like the thunder and bloodshot my eyes, | |
Though smothered with sticks it advanced undeterred | |
As it carelessly cast an ash cloud to the sky, | |
My Lord, like a flock of | |
D a r k, v a n i s h i n g b i r d s. | |
The Beetle King slammed down his fist: | |
Your flowery description | |
Is no better than his! | |
We sent for the Great Light and you bring us this?? | |
We didn' t ask what it seems like, | |
We asked what it IS! | |
His Majesty' s hour at last has drawn nigh! | |
The elegant Queen took her leave from his side | |
Without understanding but without asking why | |
Gathered their Kids to come bid their goodbyes | |
The father explained: | |
You' ve been somewhat deceived... | |
We' ve all called me your dad, | |
But your True Dad' s not me | |
No, I lay next to your mom | |
And your forms were conceived | |
But your Father is the Life within all that you see | |
He fills up the ponds as he empties the clouds, | |
Holds without hands and speaks without sounds, | |
Provides us with the Cow' s waste and coconuts to eat | |
Giving one that nice salttaste and the other a sweet, | |
Sends the black carriage the day Death shows its face | |
Thinning our numbers with Kindness and Grace | |
And just as a Flower and its Fragrance are one | |
So must each of you and your Father become | |
Now distribute my scepter, my crown and my throne | |
And all we' ve known as ' wealth' to the poor and alone... | |
And, without further hesitation, | |
Without looking back home | |
The King flew headlong into the blazing unknown! | |
And as the Smoke King curled higher and higher | |
The troops, flying loops around the telephone wire, said: | |
Our Beloved' s not dead, | |
But His Highness instead | |
Has been utterly changed into Fire!!! | |
Why not be utterly changed into Fire?? |