歌曲 | This Is Not Paradise |
歌手 | Death in June |
专辑 | Paradise Rising |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.78] | Artist:death in june |
[00:02.35] | Songs Title:this is not paradise |
[00:04.53] | |
[00:45.19] | Many blurred dead king's faces |
[00:47.12] | |
[00:48.74] | Move photolike through time's gape and gauge |
[00:50.86] | |
[00:52.74] | The dull drum's thud and drone |
[00:54.86] | |
[01:01.04] | Is not heroic battlebeat |
[01:02.49] | |
[01:05.62] | This is the grey clock's cog |
[01:07.74] | |
[01:09.74] | These are not the banners of heroes |
[01:12.88] | |
[01:14.37] | Or flags we should fly |
[01:17.74] | |
[01:19.55] | These are not proud pennants |
[01:21.67] | |
[01:23.36] | These are the clothes of prisoned mind |
[01:26.73] | |
[01:28.48] | These stumps of man on boxes |
[01:30.47] | |
[01:31.72] | Are not the vox or voces |
[01:33.94] | |
[01:36.81] | Of god or gods |
[01:38.24] | |
[01:39.74] | They are the forms of the breaths of dust |
[01:42.42] | |
[01:45.29] | This is the great ocean of birth and death |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:52.34] | Kye ma kya ma |
[01:54.15] | |
[01:55.21] | Oh paradise |
[01:58.65] | |
[02:03.89] | Never lost and not to be gained here |
[02:06.95] | |
[02:12.19] | These are not the heroes |
[02:13.50] | |
[02:15.31] | These are not more than drenched earthtops |
[02:17.62] | |
[02:19.18] | These are not more than you or I |
[02:21.67] | |
[02:23.36] | Listen |
[02:23.79] | |
[02:25.23] | I swear by the blank of the moon |
[02:28.29] | |
[02:29.22] | (Under the archen stars I stand alone) |
[02:33.53] | |
[02:34.40] | I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun |
[02:40.02] | |
[02:41.77] | These cups of fire, of waterred scales |
[02:45.07] | |
[02:46.69] | That cover our laughing round of spaces |
[02:49.38] | |
[02:51.31] | Are nothing |
[02:51.94] | |
[02:54.81] | Nothing |
[02:55.18] | |
[02:57.24] | Like the mouse with horns |
[02:58.99] | |
[03:00.17] | A fable full of lightless dark |
[03:02.36] | |
[03:03.85] | You are now to me the lost queen |
[03:06.30] | |
[03:08.06] | The new age and her train moves on |
[03:11.80] | |
[03:12.98] | Behind the smiling lips concealed |
[03:16.04] | |
[03:17.47] | The clacking jaws of gummy rictus |
[03:20.10] | |
[03:20.78] | Not motionless but emotionless |
[03:22.47] | |
[03:24.53] | The savourless lines of open lies |
[03:27.52] | |
[03:29.02] | Proclaim |
[03:29.45] | |
[03:30.95] | This is the best |
[03:32.15] | |
[03:33.95] | It shall ever be |
[03:35.26] | |
[03:37.50] | Think of the things |
[03:38.69] | |
[03:40.50] | That shall never be |
[03:41.62] | |
[03:43.25] | And our soul stalks empty hearted |
[03:46.61] | |
[03:48.49] | Empty-handed |
[03:49.24] | |
[03:50.80] | As it hangs its light |
[03:53.23] | On hooks of symbols |
[03:55.10] | Hooks of gods and goats and hooks of crooks |
[03:59.91] | |
[04:00.53] | You must know this is not paradise |
[04:04.77] | |
[04:06.15] | Father time spins on and grins and skips his |
[04:11.64] | Scythe |
[04:12.32] | |
[04:13.76] | Over our flowered heads |
[04:15.32] | |
[04:17.19] | And takes us to the muddy house |
[04:20.69] | Of dreamless sleep |
[04:22.25] | |
[04:23.87] | Oh this is not paradise |
[04:28.05] | |
[04:31.86] | All the empty buildings clutching |
[04:34.73] | |
[04:35.85] | Bags of pain and bone and skin |
[04:38.97] | |
[04:39.90] | Masks of despair and waterruns |
[04:45.15] | The bells ring out and make no sense |
[04:48.64] | They make the skies bend |
[04:52.01] | Though you wait for me |
[04:56.75] | |
[04:58.62] | This is not paradise |
[05:02.31] | |
[05:07.98] | (Though you wait for me) |
[05:09.79] | This is not paradise... |
[00:00.78] | Artist: death in june |
[00:02.35] | Songs Title: this is not paradise |
[00:04.53] | |
[00:45.19] | Many blurred dead king' s faces |
[00:47.12] | |
[00:48.74] | Move photolike through time' s gape and gauge |
[00:50.86] | |
[00:52.74] | The dull drum' s thud and drone |
[00:54.86] | |
[01:01.04] | Is not heroic battlebeat |
[01:02.49] | |
[01:05.62] | This is the grey clock' s cog |
[01:07.74] | |
[01:09.74] | These are not the banners of heroes |
[01:12.88] | |
[01:14.37] | Or flags we should fly |
[01:17.74] | |
[01:19.55] | These are not proud pennants |
[01:21.67] | |
[01:23.36] | These are the clothes of prisoned mind |
[01:26.73] | |
[01:28.48] | These stumps of man on boxes |
[01:30.47] | |
[01:31.72] | Are not the vox or voces |
[01:33.94] | |
[01:36.81] | Of god or gods |
[01:38.24] | |
[01:39.74] | They are the forms of the breaths of dust |
[01:42.42] | |
[01:45.29] | This is the great ocean of birth and death |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:52.34] | Kye ma kya ma |
[01:54.15] | |
[01:55.21] | Oh paradise |
[01:58.65] | |
[02:03.89] | Never lost and not to be gained here |
[02:06.95] | |
[02:12.19] | These are not the heroes |
[02:13.50] | |
[02:15.31] | These are not more than drenched earthtops |
[02:17.62] | |
[02:19.18] | These are not more than you or I |
[02:21.67] | |
[02:23.36] | Listen |
[02:23.79] | |
[02:25.23] | I swear by the blank of the moon |
[02:28.29] | |
[02:29.22] | Under the archen stars I stand alone |
[02:33.53] | |
[02:34.40] | I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun |
[02:40.02] | |
[02:41.77] | These cups of fire, of waterred scales |
[02:45.07] | |
[02:46.69] | That cover our laughing round of spaces |
[02:49.38] | |
[02:51.31] | Are nothing |
[02:51.94] | |
[02:54.81] | Nothing |
[02:55.18] | |
[02:57.24] | Like the mouse with horns |
[02:58.99] | |
[03:00.17] | A fable full of lightless dark |
[03:02.36] | |
[03:03.85] | You are now to me the lost queen |
[03:06.30] | |
[03:08.06] | The new age and her train moves on |
[03:11.80] | |
[03:12.98] | Behind the smiling lips concealed |
[03:16.04] | |
[03:17.47] | The clacking jaws of gummy rictus |
[03:20.10] | |
[03:20.78] | Not motionless but emotionless |
[03:22.47] | |
[03:24.53] | The savourless lines of open lies |
[03:27.52] | |
[03:29.02] | Proclaim |
[03:29.45] | |
[03:30.95] | This is the best |
[03:32.15] | |
[03:33.95] | It shall ever be |
[03:35.26] | |
[03:37.50] | Think of the things |
[03:38.69] | |
[03:40.50] | That shall never be |
[03:41.62] | |
[03:43.25] | And our soul stalks empty hearted |
[03:46.61] | |
[03:48.49] | Emptyhanded |
[03:49.24] | |
[03:50.80] | As it hangs its light |
[03:53.23] | On hooks of symbols |
[03:55.10] | Hooks of gods and goats and hooks of crooks |
[03:59.91] | |
[04:00.53] | You must know this is not paradise |
[04:04.77] | |
[04:06.15] | Father time spins on and grins and skips his |
[04:11.64] | Scythe |
[04:12.32] | |
[04:13.76] | Over our flowered heads |
[04:15.32] | |
[04:17.19] | And takes us to the muddy house |
[04:20.69] | Of dreamless sleep |
[04:22.25] | |
[04:23.87] | Oh this is not paradise |
[04:28.05] | |
[04:31.86] | All the empty buildings clutching |
[04:34.73] | |
[04:35.85] | Bags of pain and bone and skin |
[04:38.97] | |
[04:39.90] | Masks of despair and waterruns |
[04:45.15] | The bells ring out and make no sense |
[04:48.64] | They make the skies bend |
[04:52.01] | Though you wait for me |
[04:56.75] | |
[04:58.62] | This is not paradise |
[05:02.31] | |
[05:07.98] | Though you wait for me |
[05:09.79] | This is not paradise... |
[00:00.78] | Artist: death in june |
[00:02.35] | Songs Title: this is not paradise |
[00:04.53] | |
[00:45.19] | Many blurred dead king' s faces |
[00:47.12] | |
[00:48.74] | Move photolike through time' s gape and gauge |
[00:50.86] | |
[00:52.74] | The dull drum' s thud and drone |
[00:54.86] | |
[01:01.04] | Is not heroic battlebeat |
[01:02.49] | |
[01:05.62] | This is the grey clock' s cog |
[01:07.74] | |
[01:09.74] | These are not the banners of heroes |
[01:12.88] | |
[01:14.37] | Or flags we should fly |
[01:17.74] | |
[01:19.55] | These are not proud pennants |
[01:21.67] | |
[01:23.36] | These are the clothes of prisoned mind |
[01:26.73] | |
[01:28.48] | These stumps of man on boxes |
[01:30.47] | |
[01:31.72] | Are not the vox or voces |
[01:33.94] | |
[01:36.81] | Of god or gods |
[01:38.24] | |
[01:39.74] | They are the forms of the breaths of dust |
[01:42.42] | |
[01:45.29] | This is the great ocean of birth and death |
[01:50.04] | |
[01:52.34] | Kye ma kya ma |
[01:54.15] | |
[01:55.21] | Oh paradise |
[01:58.65] | |
[02:03.89] | Never lost and not to be gained here |
[02:06.95] | |
[02:12.19] | These are not the heroes |
[02:13.50] | |
[02:15.31] | These are not more than drenched earthtops |
[02:17.62] | |
[02:19.18] | These are not more than you or I |
[02:21.67] | |
[02:23.36] | Listen |
[02:23.79] | |
[02:25.23] | I swear by the blank of the moon |
[02:28.29] | |
[02:29.22] | Under the archen stars I stand alone |
[02:33.53] | |
[02:34.40] | I swear by the spiting sttreaming sun |
[02:40.02] | |
[02:41.77] | These cups of fire, of waterred scales |
[02:45.07] | |
[02:46.69] | That cover our laughing round of spaces |
[02:49.38] | |
[02:51.31] | Are nothing |
[02:51.94] | |
[02:54.81] | Nothing |
[02:55.18] | |
[02:57.24] | Like the mouse with horns |
[02:58.99] | |
[03:00.17] | A fable full of lightless dark |
[03:02.36] | |
[03:03.85] | You are now to me the lost queen |
[03:06.30] | |
[03:08.06] | The new age and her train moves on |
[03:11.80] | |
[03:12.98] | Behind the smiling lips concealed |
[03:16.04] | |
[03:17.47] | The clacking jaws of gummy rictus |
[03:20.10] | |
[03:20.78] | Not motionless but emotionless |
[03:22.47] | |
[03:24.53] | The savourless lines of open lies |
[03:27.52] | |
[03:29.02] | Proclaim |
[03:29.45] | |
[03:30.95] | This is the best |
[03:32.15] | |
[03:33.95] | It shall ever be |
[03:35.26] | |
[03:37.50] | Think of the things |
[03:38.69] | |
[03:40.50] | That shall never be |
[03:41.62] | |
[03:43.25] | And our soul stalks empty hearted |
[03:46.61] | |
[03:48.49] | Emptyhanded |
[03:49.24] | |
[03:50.80] | As it hangs its light |
[03:53.23] | On hooks of symbols |
[03:55.10] | Hooks of gods and goats and hooks of crooks |
[03:59.91] | |
[04:00.53] | You must know this is not paradise |
[04:04.77] | |
[04:06.15] | Father time spins on and grins and skips his |
[04:11.64] | Scythe |
[04:12.32] | |
[04:13.76] | Over our flowered heads |
[04:15.32] | |
[04:17.19] | And takes us to the muddy house |
[04:20.69] | Of dreamless sleep |
[04:22.25] | |
[04:23.87] | Oh this is not paradise |
[04:28.05] | |
[04:31.86] | All the empty buildings clutching |
[04:34.73] | |
[04:35.85] | Bags of pain and bone and skin |
[04:38.97] | |
[04:39.90] | Masks of despair and waterruns |
[04:45.15] | The bells ring out and make no sense |
[04:48.64] | They make the skies bend |
[04:52.01] | Though you wait for me |
[04:56.75] | |
[04:58.62] | This is not paradise |
[05:02.31] | |
[05:07.98] | Though you wait for me |
[05:09.79] | This is not paradise... |