Song | Gestation of the Sacred Beetle |
Artist | Mirah |
Album | Share This Place |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
My mother made for me this pear | |
A perfect womb, a modeled lair | |
Where I will grow and eat my share | |
Of pastry rich beyond compare | |
With pressure kneads and shapes she well | |
The fruits of fields she has compelled | |
In shapely sustenance I dwell | |
This nascent nest my carousel | |
She leaves me thus and by the sun | |
I incubate, quicken, become | |
A hatched babe, a newly grub | |
Who praises maven mother's love | |
Upon my birth see what I've found | |
A stercoraceous feast abounds | |
These alimentary gifts endow | |
What ruminant excess allows | |
And I begin to wax replete | |
Unfettered life is but to eat | |
Into the fruit but not the rind | |
Consume and fatten up sublime | |
(?) urges I possess | |
Become a loose and amber flesh | |
Oh sober beauty make me smooth | |
While I await the turning moon | |
Emergent will thou concentrate | |
While August rains facilitate | |
The softening by which I elate | |
Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate | |
The joys of light, a drink so sweet | |
Before it's time again to eat | |
But soon the victuals I greet | |
Begin, the scarab life complete |
zuo ci : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
My mother made for me this pear | |
A perfect womb, a modeled lair | |
Where I will grow and eat my share | |
Of pastry rich beyond compare | |
With pressure kneads and shapes she well | |
The fruits of fields she has compelled | |
In shapely sustenance I dwell | |
This nascent nest my carousel | |
She leaves me thus and by the sun | |
I incubate, quicken, become | |
A hatched babe, a newly grub | |
Who praises maven mother' s love | |
Upon my birth see what I' ve found | |
A stercoraceous feast abounds | |
These alimentary gifts endow | |
What ruminant excess allows | |
And I begin to wax replete | |
Unfettered life is but to eat | |
Into the fruit but not the rind | |
Consume and fatten up sublime | |
? urges I possess | |
Become a loose and amber flesh | |
Oh sober beauty make me smooth | |
While I await the turning moon | |
Emergent will thou concentrate | |
While August rains facilitate | |
The softening by which I elate | |
Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate | |
The joys of light, a drink so sweet | |
Before it' s time again to eat | |
But soon the victuals I greet | |
Begin, the scarab life complete |
zuò cí : Goldston, Zeitlyn | |
My mother made for me this pear | |
A perfect womb, a modeled lair | |
Where I will grow and eat my share | |
Of pastry rich beyond compare | |
With pressure kneads and shapes she well | |
The fruits of fields she has compelled | |
In shapely sustenance I dwell | |
This nascent nest my carousel | |
She leaves me thus and by the sun | |
I incubate, quicken, become | |
A hatched babe, a newly grub | |
Who praises maven mother' s love | |
Upon my birth see what I' ve found | |
A stercoraceous feast abounds | |
These alimentary gifts endow | |
What ruminant excess allows | |
And I begin to wax replete | |
Unfettered life is but to eat | |
Into the fruit but not the rind | |
Consume and fatten up sublime | |
? urges I possess | |
Become a loose and amber flesh | |
Oh sober beauty make me smooth | |
While I await the turning moon | |
Emergent will thou concentrate | |
While August rains facilitate | |
The softening by which I elate | |
Burst forth a gleam to meet my fate | |
The joys of light, a drink so sweet | |
Before it' s time again to eat | |
But soon the victuals I greet | |
Begin, the scarab life complete |