歌曲 | The Belly and the Beast |
歌手 | Anaïs Mitchell |
专辑 | Hymns for the Exiled |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mitchell | |
I in my longing lie out in the night | |
Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
I'm lip-stuck and liquored up | |
Picking a fight | |
I'm the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
Over the market place darkly defined | |
His desert is sounding a call | |
He was a businessman twenty five years | |
When the angel appeared with his orders | |
I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
And I'm flying you over the border | |
And he can't recall where it all fell apart | |
Was it north of Medina or south | |
Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
And everyone's sleeping | |
And he's flying | |
Out | |
And no one can keep him | |
Down | |
Now | |
The morning delivers the news to my door | |
Of my president's war in the east | |
And he doesn't tell me and I don't know | |
Who's in the belly and who is the beast | |
When there's no place to run to | |
When there's no place to hide | |
It won't matter whose side you are on | |
Like a bomb in the basement | |
We couldn't stop if we tried | |
And it won't be long | |
It won't be long | |
It won't be long |
zuo qu : Mitchell | |
I in my longing lie out in the night | |
Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
I' m lipstuck and liquored up | |
Picking a fight | |
I' m the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
Over the market place darkly defined | |
His desert is sounding a call | |
He was a businessman twenty five years | |
When the angel appeared with his orders | |
I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
And I' m flying you over the border | |
And he can' t recall where it all fell apart | |
Was it north of Medina or south | |
Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
And everyone' s sleeping | |
And he' s flying | |
Out | |
And no one can keep him | |
Down | |
Now | |
The morning delivers the news to my door | |
Of my president' s war in the east | |
And he doesn' t tell me and I don' t know | |
Who' s in the belly and who is the beast | |
When there' s no place to run to | |
When there' s no place to hide | |
It won' t matter whose side you are on | |
Like a bomb in the basement | |
We couldn' t stop if we tried | |
And it won' t be long | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long |
zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
I in my longing lie out in the night | |
Unveiled and irreverently dressed | |
I' m lipstuck and liquored up | |
Picking a fight | |
I' m the wicked wicked witch of the west | |
Over the alley ways, backward and blind | |
And the sad and insatiable sprawl | |
Over the market place darkly defined | |
His desert is sounding a call | |
He was a businessman twenty five years | |
When the angel appeared with his orders | |
I am making you mine, my divine volunteer | |
And I' m flying you over the border | |
And he can' t recall where it all fell apart | |
Was it north of Medina or south | |
Where the prophecy ends and the politics start | |
Where the weapon went into his mouth | |
And everyone' s sleeping | |
And he' s flying | |
Out | |
And no one can keep him | |
Down | |
Now | |
The morning delivers the news to my door | |
Of my president' s war in the east | |
And he doesn' t tell me and I don' t know | |
Who' s in the belly and who is the beast | |
When there' s no place to run to | |
When there' s no place to hide | |
It won' t matter whose side you are on | |
Like a bomb in the basement | |
We couldn' t stop if we tried | |
And it won' t be long | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long |