| Song | O, Porcupine |
| Artist | mewithoutYou |
| Album | Brother, Sister |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MewithoutYou | |
| Without a queen the locust swarm | |
| Turned the ground to black, | |
| Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish's back. | |
| And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
| Like snakes in the sand, | |
| As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
| Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
| (My little world... In my sad little world...) | |
| Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
| Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
| And it made me smile. | |
| And at the water's edge, Babylon; | |
| As we lay and slept, | |
| The river wept for you, Zion! | |
| The stones cry out, | |
| Bells shake the sky! | |
| All of creation groans "SHHHH!" | |
| Listen to it. | |
| Messes of men in farmer poverty; | |
| Not much for monks, but we pretend to be; | |
| Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
| Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
| And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
| While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
| Who regretfully wrote: | |
| "You have a decent ear for notes, | |
| But you can't yet appreciate a harmony." | |
| O porcupine, low in the tree; your eyes to mine: | |
| 'You'd be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
| And at the garden's edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
| As his friends slept, | |
| Jesus wept - and it's no wonder why. | |
| You wanna be set free? | |
| You wanna set me free?! | |
| Well that can only come from | |
| A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
| [In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
| In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
| to take offense at something. | |
| In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
| This is all there is in my little world.] | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On me. | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On you. | |
| Oh what'd I say?! | |
| I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
| (Oh what'd I say?!) | |
| I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
| (Oh what'd I say?!) | |
| For the past five; almost six years now, | |
| (Our Lord is come!) | |
| You haven't once looked at me with kindness in your eyes; | |
| (Oh what'd I say?!) | |
| And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
| (Oh what'd I say?!) | |
| Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
| (Oh what'd I say?!) | |
| And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
| (Oh What'd I say!) | |
| Is how the light is GOD! | |
| (Our Lord is come!) | |
| And through I've been mistaken on this or that point, | |
| That light is God. |
| zuo qu : MewithoutYou | |
| Without a queen the locust swarm | |
| Turned the ground to black, | |
| Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish' s back. | |
| And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
| Like snakes in the sand, | |
| As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
| Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
| My little world... In my sad little world... | |
| Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
| Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
| And it made me smile. | |
| And at the water' s edge, Babylon | |
| As we lay and slept, | |
| The river wept for you, Zion! | |
| The stones cry out, | |
| Bells shake the sky! | |
| All of creation groans " SHHHH!" | |
| Listen to it. | |
| Messes of men in farmer poverty | |
| Not much for monks, but we pretend to be | |
| Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
| Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
| And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
| While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
| Who regretfully wrote: | |
| " You have a decent ear for notes, | |
| But you can' t yet appreciate a harmony." | |
| O porcupine, low in the tree your eyes to mine: | |
| ' You' d be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
| And at the garden' s edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
| As his friends slept, | |
| Jesus wept and it' s no wonder why. | |
| You wanna be set free? | |
| You wanna set me free?! | |
| Well that can only come from | |
| A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
| In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
| In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
| to take offense at something. | |
| In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
| This is all there is in my little world. | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On me. | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On you. | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| For the past five almost six years now, | |
| Our Lord is come! | |
| You haven' t once looked at me with kindness in your eyes | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
| Oh What' d I say! | |
| Is how the light is GOD! | |
| Our Lord is come! | |
| And through I' ve been mistaken on this or that point, | |
| That light is God. |
| zuò qǔ : MewithoutYou | |
| Without a queen the locust swarm | |
| Turned the ground to black, | |
| Descending like a shadowy tower opon a fish' s back. | |
| And scattered the sticks who crawled | |
| Like snakes in the sand, | |
| As the red clay took the form of a lizard, | |
| Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand | |
| My little world... In my sad little world... | |
| Then a speckled bird humbly inspired | |
| Ran across the road when it could have flown, | |
| And it made me smile. | |
| And at the water' s edge, Babylon | |
| As we lay and slept, | |
| The river wept for you, Zion! | |
| The stones cry out, | |
| Bells shake the sky! | |
| All of creation groans " SHHHH!" | |
| Listen to it. | |
| Messes of men in farmer poverty | |
| Not much for monks, but we pretend to be | |
| Share a silent meal and a pot of chamomile. | |
| Gypsies like us should be stamped in solidarity. | |
| And I held you in my fond but distant memory, | |
| While waiting for the Mother Hen to gather me, | |
| Who regretfully wrote: | |
| " You have a decent ear for notes, | |
| But you can' t yet appreciate a harmony." | |
| O porcupine, low in the tree your eyes to mine: | |
| ' You' d be well inclined not to mess with me.' | |
| And at the garden' s edge beneath a speechless sky, | |
| As his friends slept, | |
| Jesus wept and it' s no wonder why. | |
| You wanna be set free? | |
| You wanna set me free?! | |
| Well that can only come from | |
| A union with the One Who Never Dies. | |
| In my little world, in my sad little world, I patched a plaster wall | |
| In my little world, I was waiting, just dying | |
| to take offense at something. | |
| In my little world, in my little world, in my sad little world | |
| This is all there is in my little world. | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On me. | |
| In darkness a light shines | |
| On you. | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| I never gathered figs from a thorny branch, | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| I never picked a grape off a bramble bush! | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| For the past five almost six years now, | |
| Our Lord is come! | |
| You haven' t once looked at me with kindness in your eyes | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| And you say Judas is a brother of mine? | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| Oh, but sister in our darkness a light shines! | |
| Oh what' d I say?! | |
| And all I ever want to say for the rest of my life, | |
| Oh What' d I say! | |
| Is how the light is GOD! | |
| Our Lord is come! | |
| And through I' ve been mistaken on this or that point, | |
| That light is God. |