歌曲 | Atom And Cell |
歌手 | Nine Horses |
专辑 | Snow Borne Sorrow |
作曲 : Jansen, Sylvian | |
Her skin was darker than ashes | |
And she had something to say | |
Bout being naked to the elements | |
At the end of yet another day | |
And the rain on her back that continued to fall | |
From the bruise of her lips | |
Swollen, fragile, and small | |
And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | |
A lost foreign currency | |
Multi-coloured, barely reputable | |
Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | |
Well she offered you this to do as you pleased | |
And where is the poetry? | |
Didn't she promise us poetry? | |
The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | |
The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | |
The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | |
Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car | |
And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | |
You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | |
You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | |
Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry | |
And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | |
In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? | |
And where are the stars? | |
Didn't she promise us stars? | |
Nothing will ever be as it was | |
The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | |
Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | |
Like a poor mans Boltanski | |
Lost one and all. | |
Sell, sell | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell, | |
Sell, | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell, | |
Sell, | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell |
zuò qǔ : Jansen, Sylvian | |
Her skin was darker than ashes | |
And she had something to say | |
Bout being naked to the elements | |
At the end of yet another day | |
And the rain on her back that continued to fall | |
From the bruise of her lips | |
Swollen, fragile, and small | |
And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all | |
A lost foreign currency | |
Multicoloured, barely reputable | |
Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze | |
Well she offered you this to do as you pleased | |
And where is the poetry? | |
Didn' t she promise us poetry? | |
The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease | |
The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees | |
The long straight highways from dirt road to tar | |
Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car | |
And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand | |
You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable | |
You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry | |
Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry | |
And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this | |
In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss? | |
And where are the stars? | |
Didn' t she promise us stars? | |
Nothing will ever be as it was | |
The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes | |
Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls | |
Like a poor mans Boltanski | |
Lost one and all. | |
Sell, sell | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell, | |
Sell, | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell, | |
Sell, | |
Bid your farewell | |
Come, come | |
Save yourself | |
Give yourself over | |
Pushing your consciousness | |
Deep into every atom and cell |