Song | Bad Speech |
Artist | Roy Harper |
Album | Whatever Happened to Jugula |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harper | |
I was not put here - (by anyone) | |
By anyone in fear | |
I came alone as me | |
Just an idea | |
In a long chain | |
Of discovery | |
Surrounded by the same - | |
You | |
Sometimes your tide | |
Pulls me out to sea | |
And I die | |
In a trashing curse | |
Sometimes we are kind | |
More often I doze | |
- So far up the beach | |
That those who try to reach | |
Are burnt alive | |
In the searing heat | |
Of the desert | |
Of my dispassion | |
So far removed | |
I never hear the water | |
'Cept once or twice a month | |
When I see a mirror | |
And I refuse to believe | |
In some of the things | |
That are said to be here | |
Let alone those | |
That are not | |
I'm trying to change | |
My direction | |
Ours is pathetic | |
In my own humble estimation | |
I love the planet | |
The great bening she-wolf | |
Benefactor | |
Spinning gently on | |
Towards the red giant | |
Four aeons hence | |
When all the rose gardens | |
Are consumed in the flash-fire | |
Of flying time | |
She'll leave alone too |
zuo ci : Harper | |
I was not put here by anyone | |
By anyone in fear | |
I came alone as me | |
Just an idea | |
In a long chain | |
Of discovery | |
Surrounded by the same | |
You | |
Sometimes your tide | |
Pulls me out to sea | |
And I die | |
In a trashing curse | |
Sometimes we are kind | |
More often I doze | |
So far up the beach | |
That those who try to reach | |
Are burnt alive | |
In the searing heat | |
Of the desert | |
Of my dispassion | |
So far removed | |
I never hear the water | |
' Cept once or twice a month | |
When I see a mirror | |
And I refuse to believe | |
In some of the things | |
That are said to be here | |
Let alone those | |
That are not | |
I' m trying to change | |
My direction | |
Ours is pathetic | |
In my own humble estimation | |
I love the planet | |
The great bening shewolf | |
Benefactor | |
Spinning gently on | |
Towards the red giant | |
Four aeons hence | |
When all the rose gardens | |
Are consumed in the flashfire | |
Of flying time | |
She' ll leave alone too |
zuò cí : Harper | |
I was not put here by anyone | |
By anyone in fear | |
I came alone as me | |
Just an idea | |
In a long chain | |
Of discovery | |
Surrounded by the same | |
You | |
Sometimes your tide | |
Pulls me out to sea | |
And I die | |
In a trashing curse | |
Sometimes we are kind | |
More often I doze | |
So far up the beach | |
That those who try to reach | |
Are burnt alive | |
In the searing heat | |
Of the desert | |
Of my dispassion | |
So far removed | |
I never hear the water | |
' Cept once or twice a month | |
When I see a mirror | |
And I refuse to believe | |
In some of the things | |
That are said to be here | |
Let alone those | |
That are not | |
I' m trying to change | |
My direction | |
Ours is pathetic | |
In my own humble estimation | |
I love the planet | |
The great bening shewolf | |
Benefactor | |
Spinning gently on | |
Towards the red giant | |
Four aeons hence | |
When all the rose gardens | |
Are consumed in the flashfire | |
Of flying time | |
She' ll leave alone too |