歌曲 | Sapokanikan |
歌手 | Joanna Newsom |
专辑 | Divers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- |
[00:39.58] | And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | "It's alright" |
[02:54.57] | And "It's all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a "boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,?may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | (and what lies under, now) |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |
[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The bravemenandwomensodeartoGod |
[00:39.58] | Andfamoustoalloftheages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twentythousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor xray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won' t be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | " It' s alright" |
[02:54.57] | And " It' s all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a " boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John' s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,? may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | and what lies under, now |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |
[00:01.40] | The cause is Ozymandian |
[00:06.52] | The map of Sapokanikan |
[00:11.92] | Is sanded and bevelled |
[00:14.57] | The land lone and levelled |
[00:18.15] | By some unrecorded and powerful hand |
[00:23.19] | Which plays along the monument |
[00:28.33] | And drums upon a plastic bag |
[00:34.81] | The bravemenandwomensodeartoGod |
[00:39.58] | Andfamoustoalloftheages rag |
[00:45.95] | Saying: Do you love me? |
[00:51.57] | Will you remember? |
[00:56.85] | The snow falls above me |
[01:02.55] | The renderer renders: |
[01:07.11] | The event is in the hand of God |
[01:12.79] | Beneath a patch of grass, her |
[01:17.68] | Bones the old Dutch master hid |
[01:22.90] | While elsewhere Tobias |
[01:25.71] | And the angel disguise |
[01:28.30] | What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid |
[01:35.40] | Interred with other daughters |
[01:40.30] | In dirt in other potters' fields |
[01:45.10] | Above them, parades |
[01:48.31] | Mark the passing of days |
[01:49.64] | Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel |
[01:56.54] | Where all of the twentythousand attending your footfall |
[02:02.43] | And the causes they died for are lost in the idling bird calls |
[02:07.54] | And the records they left are cryptic at best |
[02:11.14] | Lost in obsolescence |
[02:13.47] | The text will not yield, nor xray reveal |
[02:15.60] | With any fluorescence |
[02:18.42] | Where the hand of the master begins and ends |
[02:22.94] | I fell, I tried to do well but I won' t be |
[02:29.12] | Will you tell the one that I love to remember and hold me |
[02:34.93] | I call and call for the doctor |
[02:40.20] | But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker |
[02:45.59] | And the event lives only in print |
[02:50.77] | He said: |
[02:53.42] | " It' s alright" |
[02:54.57] | And " It' s all over now" |
[02:56.00] | And boarded the plane |
[02:58.44] | His belt unfastened |
[03:00.70] | The boy was known to show unusual daring |
[03:05.17] | And, called a " boy" |
[03:07.38] | This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall |
[03:11.61] | In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John' s fall |
[03:17.53] | So we all raise a standard |
[03:20.38] | To which the wise and honest soul may repair |
[03:25.80] | To which a hunter |
[03:27.38] | A hundred years from now,? may look and despair |
[03:32.31] | And see with wonder |
[03:33.96] | The tributes we have left to rust in the parks |
[03:37.69] | Swearing that our hair stood on end |
[03:40.87] | To see John Purroy Mitchel depart |
[03:44.81] | For the Western Front |
[03:52.55] | Where work might count |
[03:53.49] | All exeunt! All go out! |
[03:59.30] | Await the hunter, to decipher the stone |
[04:05.79] | and what lies under, now |
[04:08.82] | The city is gone |
[04:24.35] | Look and despair |
[04:30.39] | Look and despair |
[00:01.40] | 一切皆始于奥兹曼迪亚斯式的悲剧 |
[00:06.52] | 看那萨波卡尼肯的版图 |
[00:11.92] | 被某只未知而强大的手 |
[00:14.57] | 掩埋、侵蚀 |
[00:18.15] | 既落寞、又沉浮 |
[00:23.19] | 是它立起了丰碑 |
[00:28.33] | 也是它击鼓玩乐 |
[00:34.81] | 让忠于信仰、闻名于世的勇者们 |
[00:39.58] | 都化作尘土消散 |
[00:45.95] | 所以我歌唱:你爱我吗? |
[00:51.57] | 你会永远将我铭刻在心吗? |
[00:56.85] | 雪花飘落在我身上 |
[01:02.55] | 画外音响起: |
[01:07.11] | 万物的命运都服从神的裁决 |
[01:12.79] | 在一块绿草地之下 |
[01:17.68] | 荷兰大师藏着农妇的画像 |
[01:22.90] | 另一处 |
[01:25.71] | 托比亚斯和天使的伪装之下 |
[01:28.30] | 学者们猜测实为一对母子 |
[01:35.40] | 而与他人的子女 |
[01:40.30] | 一同被葬在乱坟的人们 |
[01:45.10] | 如今踏过他们的队列 |
[01:48.31] | 昭示了时光的飞逝 |
[01:49.64] | 人们穿过立着苍白大理石与钢铁建成的拱廊的公园 |
[01:56.54] | 过去陨落的两万条生命躺在你脚底 |
[02:02.43] | 而死因却在空婉转的鸟啼中被遗忘 |
[02:07.54] | 他们留下的记载尚待解读 |
[02:11.14] | 却难逃无人知晓的结局 |
[02:13.47] | 真相不会屈从,即使X射线 |
[02:15.60] | 也透视不了它分毫 |
[02:18.42] | 而贯穿始末的,仍旧是造物主的手 |
[02:22.94] | 我失败了,我想成功却自知不能 |
[02:29.12] | 你能告诉我爱的人,让他记住我、抱紧我吗 |
[02:34.93] | 我一次次拜访医生 |
[02:40.20] | 但大雪却带着爱人的名字将我吞没 |
[02:45.59] | 而历史终只能活在记载之中 |
[02:50.77] | 他说: |
[02:53.42] | “好吧” |
[02:54.57] | “都结束了” |
[02:56.00] | 然后登上了飞机 |
[02:58.44] | 却没有系紧安全带 |
[03:00.70] | 众人熟知这个男孩非凡的勇气 |
[03:05.17] | 尽管被称作“男孩” |
[03:07.38] | 这位市长挫败了塔慕尼协会 |
[03:11.61] | 而塔慕尼王的时代又先于坠机的约翰市长太久 |
[03:17.53] | 正因如此我们树起了一份标杆 |
[03:20.38] | 让智慧与诚实的灵魂能面此完善自身 |
[03:25.80] | 让一名百年后的猎人 |
[03:27.38] | 能注视而绝望 |
[03:32.31] | 并叹服着 |
[03:33.96] | 我们遗留在公园中生锈的致敬 |
[03:37.69] | 向天发誓我们都是心弦紧绷着 |
[03:40.87] | 接受了约翰市长的离世 |
[03:44.81] | 给西部前线 |
[03:52.55] | 仍在战斗的每个人 |
[03:53.49] | 退场吧!谢幕吧! |
[03:59.30] | 等待猎人来解读石碑上 |
[04:05.79] | 与被掩埋在下的历史 |
[04:08.82] | 而城市,已然逝去 |
[04:24.35] | 注视并绝望吧 |
[04:30.39] | 注视并绝望吧 |