Vladimir - Vladimir Lyrics
| Song | Vladimir - Vladimir |
| Artist | Jane Siberry |
| Album | The Speckless Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Siberry | |
| section I | |
| (many voices overlapping): | |
| I wouldn't call it dark one spade | |
| three spades I wouldn't call it | |
| light either four spades pass oh | |
| oh there go all my coins there's | |
| someone at the door what was that? | |
| there's water nearby I can tell | |
| drop down to or pass on by? pass | |
| on by and after the meeting they | |
| asked me if I would like to become | |
| the conductor of their choir I | |
| couldn't believe it isn't it fantastic? | |
| it's not art it's self-defense it | |
| it captures him he has to capture | |
| it back it's a power struggle self- | |
| defense it's not art not art are | |
| these your coins? oh yeah did you | |
| sit down? are you cold? no I'm cold | |
| I mean yes grainy I was thinking | |
| of something else pretty cold brrr | |
| no don't sound like you're reading | |
| it just sort of say it there are | |
| mountains nearby like you're moving | |
| through the night I can tell and | |
| it's grainy I can hear the coins | |
| dropping on them drop down to or | |
| pass on by? pass on by has nothing | |
| to do with the church because it | |
| is a choir from the church but they | |
| say it doesn't matter we sing other | |
| songs as well beauty without scrutiny | |
| that's a true definition of it | |
| I could tell it was beautiful before | |
| I even saw it and I pressed through | |
| the tourists swimming swimming | |
| through the freezing pins to see and I | |
| couldn't see you could say one more | |
| silent something pressing through the | |
| graininess of night I'm really longing | |
| forward to see you now let the music | |
| play for a while grainy grainy this | |
| time I remembered to say I love | |
| you and then we moved through a | |
| dark valley and then up into the | |
| sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there | |
| was not a speck to be seen... | |
| but there's water nearby... | |
| mmm mmm... | |
| section II | |
| there is a man | |
| standing in a field | |
| leans on his hoe | |
| stares down the furrows | |
| counts on his fingers | |
| one more endless flight | |
| of the inarticulate soul | |
| that he borrows | |
| section III | |
| Vladimir Vladimir | |
| standing in the field | |
| 'til he lines his | |
| sight along the furrows | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight | |
| set against the fading light | |
| waiting for his | |
| hand to put the hoe down | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight |
| zuo ci : Siberry | |
| section I | |
| many voices overlapping: | |
| I wouldn' t call it dark one spade | |
| three spades I wouldn' t call it | |
| light either four spades pass oh | |
| oh there go all my coins there' s | |
| someone at the door what was that? | |
| there' s water nearby I can tell | |
| drop down to or pass on by? pass | |
| on by and after the meeting they | |
| asked me if I would like to become | |
| the conductor of their choir I | |
| couldn' t believe it isn' t it fantastic? | |
| it' s not art it' s selfdefense it | |
| it captures him he has to capture | |
| it back it' s a power struggle self | |
| defense it' s not art not art are | |
| these your coins? oh yeah did you | |
| sit down? are you cold? no I' m cold | |
| I mean yes grainy I was thinking | |
| of something else pretty cold brrr | |
| no don' t sound like you' re reading | |
| it just sort of say it there are | |
| mountains nearby like you' re moving | |
| through the night I can tell and | |
| it' s grainy I can hear the coins | |
| dropping on them drop down to or | |
| pass on by? pass on by has nothing | |
| to do with the church because it | |
| is a choir from the church but they | |
| say it doesn' t matter we sing other | |
| songs as well beauty without scrutiny | |
| that' s a true definition of it | |
| I could tell it was beautiful before | |
| I even saw it and I pressed through | |
| the tourists swimming swimming | |
| through the freezing pins to see and I | |
| couldn' t see you could say one more | |
| silent something pressing through the | |
| graininess of night I' m really longing | |
| forward to see you now let the music | |
| play for a while grainy grainy this | |
| time I remembered to say I love | |
| you and then we moved through a | |
| dark valley and then up into the | |
| sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there | |
| was not a speck to be seen... | |
| but there' s water nearby... | |
| mmm mmm... | |
| section II | |
| there is a man | |
| standing in a field | |
| leans on his hoe | |
| stares down the furrows | |
| counts on his fingers | |
| one more endless flight | |
| of the inarticulate soul | |
| that he borrows | |
| section III | |
| Vladimir Vladimir | |
| standing in the field | |
| ' til he lines his | |
| sight along the furrows | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight | |
| set against the fading light | |
| waiting for his | |
| hand to put the hoe down | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight |
| zuò cí : Siberry | |
| section I | |
| many voices overlapping: | |
| I wouldn' t call it dark one spade | |
| three spades I wouldn' t call it | |
| light either four spades pass oh | |
| oh there go all my coins there' s | |
| someone at the door what was that? | |
| there' s water nearby I can tell | |
| drop down to or pass on by? pass | |
| on by and after the meeting they | |
| asked me if I would like to become | |
| the conductor of their choir I | |
| couldn' t believe it isn' t it fantastic? | |
| it' s not art it' s selfdefense it | |
| it captures him he has to capture | |
| it back it' s a power struggle self | |
| defense it' s not art not art are | |
| these your coins? oh yeah did you | |
| sit down? are you cold? no I' m cold | |
| I mean yes grainy I was thinking | |
| of something else pretty cold brrr | |
| no don' t sound like you' re reading | |
| it just sort of say it there are | |
| mountains nearby like you' re moving | |
| through the night I can tell and | |
| it' s grainy I can hear the coins | |
| dropping on them drop down to or | |
| pass on by? pass on by has nothing | |
| to do with the church because it | |
| is a choir from the church but they | |
| say it doesn' t matter we sing other | |
| songs as well beauty without scrutiny | |
| that' s a true definition of it | |
| I could tell it was beautiful before | |
| I even saw it and I pressed through | |
| the tourists swimming swimming | |
| through the freezing pins to see and I | |
| couldn' t see you could say one more | |
| silent something pressing through the | |
| graininess of night I' m really longing | |
| forward to see you now let the music | |
| play for a while grainy grainy this | |
| time I remembered to say I love | |
| you and then we moved through a | |
| dark valley and then up into the | |
| sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there | |
| was not a speck to be seen... | |
| but there' s water nearby... | |
| mmm mmm... | |
| section II | |
| there is a man | |
| standing in a field | |
| leans on his hoe | |
| stares down the furrows | |
| counts on his fingers | |
| one more endless flight | |
| of the inarticulate soul | |
| that he borrows | |
| section III | |
| Vladimir Vladimir | |
| standing in the field | |
| ' til he lines his | |
| sight along the furrows | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight | |
| set against the fading light | |
| waiting for his | |
| hand to put the hoe down | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the... | |
| waiting for the flight |
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