Song | The Same Old Rock |
Artist | Roy Harper |
Album | Stormcock |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harper | |
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin | |
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within | |
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun | |
And carry us to other days and other days to one | |
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made | |
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade | |
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade | |
And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade | |
For here we stand – hand to hand | |
Fighting for the Promised Land | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination | |
One new sling – the same old rock | |
There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time | |
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain | |
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime | |
And crossed his heart for those who died insane | |
His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age | |
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways | |
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage | |
He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze | |
Such a groove to have him here on-board Her Ladyship | |
The man who makes his living out of bed | |
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip | |
One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head | |
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door | |
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot | |
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor | |
For fear that good is something bad is not | |
But loud and clear is the call | |
In black and white across your wall | |
Damn it all, man, can't you see | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination | |
One new sling – the same old rock |
zuo ci : Harper | |
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin | |
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within | |
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun | |
And carry us to other days and other days to one | |
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made | |
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade | |
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade | |
And longs for once upon a chance to open love' s cascade | |
For here we stand hand to hand | |
Fighting for the Promised Land | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there' s only one combination | |
One new sling the same old rock | |
There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time | |
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain | |
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime | |
And crossed his heart for those who died insane | |
His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age | |
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways | |
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage | |
He' s only got to breathe to fan the blaze | |
Such a groove to have him here onboard Her Ladyship | |
The man who makes his living out of bed | |
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip | |
One day, someday soon, he' ll lose his head | |
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door | |
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot | |
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor | |
For fear that good is something bad is not | |
But loud and clear is the call | |
In black and white across your wall | |
Damn it all, man, can' t you see | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there' s only one combination | |
One new sling the same old rock |
zuò cí : Harper | |
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin | |
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within | |
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun | |
And carry us to other days and other days to one | |
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made | |
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade | |
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade | |
And longs for once upon a chance to open love' s cascade | |
For here we stand hand to hand | |
Fighting for the Promised Land | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there' s only one combination | |
One new sling the same old rock | |
There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time | |
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain | |
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime | |
And crossed his heart for those who died insane | |
His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age | |
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways | |
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage | |
He' s only got to breathe to fan the blaze | |
Such a groove to have him here onboard Her Ladyship | |
The man who makes his living out of bed | |
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip | |
One day, someday soon, he' ll lose his head | |
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door | |
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot | |
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor | |
For fear that good is something bad is not | |
But loud and clear is the call | |
In black and white across your wall | |
Damn it all, man, can' t you see | |
And you try to tell me with consternation | |
That you have found me a brand new lock | |
Then you try to warn me that there' s only one combination | |
One new sling the same old rock |