| Song | Our Dying Island |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Wayward Sons of Mother Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real, | |
| At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, | |
| Our database deities--they cannot save us, | |
| Microchip miracles only enslave us. | |
| The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise-- | |
| But our planet still dies. . . | |
| It dies for the want of more people who care 'bout the poisons we pump in the seas and the air, | |
| Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware, | |
| We strive for a future entwined with despair. | |
| You say, "Why waste concern on the rivers and trees--they belong to mankind to exploit as we please?" | |
| Face up to the fact that mankind's a disease--irrelevant microbes with colour | |
| T.V.s. Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only to worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race). | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no concern of mine," | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should feel. | |
| Turn our backs to the future now our days are numbered, | |
| And where will we run to when this world is plundered? | |
| Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-- | |
| And humanity dies. . . | |
| Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man's passing, | |
| From the Garden of | |
| Eden--into death everlasting, | |
| Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking. | |
| Stupidity's legacy is passed down the years--as our knowledge increases dispelling the fears | |
| That the ghosts of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the silent apocalypse nears. | |
| Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only the worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race). | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. (The advent of insanity--no future for humanity. You pander to your vanity--it blinds you to reality. In temples of indifference we hail the gods of ignorance, And sacrifice our final chance--behold the death of innocence.) | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| If we think the world is our oyster we'll surely choke on the pearl, | |
| It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk with power still whirl. | |
| The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that we breathe, | |
| But how will we ever see reason when we can't see the wood for the trees. | |
| Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place your faith | |
| In 'Rainbow | |
| Warriors' not castles of sand, | |
| The hourglass is empty time is slipping away--so prepare your excuses for the | |
| Judgement | |
| Day. Court is now in session-- | |
| Mother Nature presides, | |
| The jury are our children--whose futures we've denied. | |
| The evidence conclusive--we have no alibi, | |
| The victim was our planet--the verdict: | |
| MATRICIDE. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, "It's no concern of mine," | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we're worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real, | |
| At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, | |
| Our database deities--they cannot save us, | |
| Microchip miracles only enslave us. | |
| The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise-- | |
| But our planet still dies. . . | |
| It dies for the want of more people who care ' bout the poisons we pump in the seas and the air, | |
| Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware, | |
| We strive for a future entwined with despair. | |
| You say, " Why waste concern on the rivers and trees--they belong to mankind to exploit as we please? " | |
| Face up to the fact that mankind' s a disease--irrelevant microbes with colour | |
| T. V. s. Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only to worst kind of fools like you and I--the human race. | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, " It' s no concern of mine, " | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should feel. | |
| Turn our backs to the future now our days are numbered, | |
| And where will we run to when this world is plundered? | |
| Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-- | |
| And humanity dies. . . | |
| Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man' s passing, | |
| From the Garden of | |
| Eden--into death everlasting, | |
| Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking. | |
| Stupidity' s legacy is passed down the years--as our knowledge increases dispelling the fears | |
| That the ghosts of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the silent apocalypse nears. | |
| Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only the worst kind of fools like you and I--the human race. | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. The advent of insanity--no future for humanity. You pander to your vanity--it blinds you to reality. In temples of indifference we hail the gods of ignorance, And sacrifice our final chance--behold the death of innocence. | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we' re worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| If we think the world is our oyster we' ll surely choke on the pearl, | |
| It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk with power still whirl. | |
| The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that we breathe, | |
| But how will we ever see reason when we can' t see the wood for the trees. | |
| Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place your faith | |
| In ' Rainbow | |
| Warriors' not castles of sand, | |
| The hourglass is empty time is slipping away--so prepare your excuses for the | |
| Judgement | |
| Day. Court is now in session-- | |
| Mother Nature presides, | |
| The jury are our children--whose futures we' ve denied. | |
| The evidence conclusive--we have no alibi, | |
| The victim was our planet--the verdict: | |
| MATRICIDE. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, " It' s no concern of mine, " | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we' re worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| I woke from my daydream--discovered my nightmare was real, | |
| At the altar of progress to gods of ambition we kneel, | |
| Our database deities--they cannot save us, | |
| Microchip miracles only enslave us. | |
| The high priests of high finance claim that their actions are wise-- | |
| But our planet still dies. . . | |
| It dies for the want of more people who care ' bout the poisons we pump in the seas and the air, | |
| Yet blissfully ignorant--still unaware, | |
| We strive for a future entwined with despair. | |
| You say, " Why waste concern on the rivers and trees--they belong to mankind to exploit as we please? " | |
| Face up to the fact that mankind' s a disease--irrelevant microbes with colour | |
| T. V. s. Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only to worst kind of fools like you and I--the human race. | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, " It' s no concern of mine, " | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should feel. | |
| Turn our backs to the future now our days are numbered, | |
| And where will we run to when this world is plundered? | |
| Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-- | |
| And humanity dies. . . | |
| Without hot winds or tower blocks crashing--no silver-lined mushroom clouds herald man' s passing, | |
| From the Garden of | |
| Eden--into death everlasting, | |
| Such a high price to pay for what we took without asking. | |
| Stupidity' s legacy is passed down the years--as our knowledge increases dispelling the fears | |
| That the ghosts of the past may again reappear--as the dawn of the silent apocalypse nears. | |
| Tell me just what kind of fools would laugh and stare death in the face? | |
| Only the worst kind of fools like you and I--the human race. | |
| If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, | |
| Mother Earth will laugh the loudest-- | |
| She will have the final laugh. The advent of insanity--no future for humanity. You pander to your vanity--it blinds you to reality. In temples of indifference we hail the gods of ignorance, And sacrifice our final chance--behold the death of innocence. | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we' re worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. | |
| We all toe the line and swallow the lies--and our island dies. | |
| If we think the world is our oyster we' ll surely choke on the pearl, | |
| It is ours for a while to respect not defile--but minds drunk with power still whirl. | |
| The lands we dispute are not ours to pollute--neither the air that we breathe, | |
| But how will we ever see reason when we can' t see the wood for the trees. | |
| Now we hold the future in the palm of our hand--place your faith | |
| In ' Rainbow | |
| Warriors' not castles of sand, | |
| The hourglass is empty time is slipping away--so prepare your excuses for the | |
| Judgement | |
| Day. Court is now in session-- | |
| Mother Nature presides, | |
| The jury are our children--whose futures we' ve denied. | |
| The evidence conclusive--we have no alibi, | |
| The victim was our planet--the verdict: | |
| MATRICIDE. | |
| BUT WAIT--the time has come to realise, | |
| BELIEVE--the truth our eyes will not disguise. | |
| SPEAK OUT--to say, " It' s no concern of mine, " | |
| DECEIVED--is to be party to the crime. | |
| BUT WAIT--the end is near so we must choose, | |
| BELIEVE--that we have everything to lose. | |
| SPEAK OUT--if empty words are all we' re worth, | |
| DECEIVED--it is the end for | |
| Mother Earth. |