Song | The Further Adventures of the Time Being |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Magician Among the Spirits |
作词 : Kilbey, Powles ... | |
They built the pyramids, toiled with tons of stone | |
Irrigated deserts, built giant golden thrones | |
Built palaces in india and a dome on the moon | |
Illustrated ceilings, praised god with strange choirs | |
Fed the five thousand, built cities of spires | |
Felt the pull of science unravel in their minds | |
Charted celestial bodies and were punished for their finds | |
Conquered snow-peaked mountains, drove jungles to retreat | |
Were drowned in vicious rapids and were heralded for their feats | |
Fantasized in babylon, built a home in space | |
Scaled the walls of china against all human odds | |
Won battles without hope and saw men turned into gods | |
Still they hide their faces well unbetrayed by heaven or hell | |
Only traces to be found although their history resounds | |
Disconnected they displayed all the discoveries they made | |
And now they wander round the earth beyond the realms of death or birth | |
If you look you'll see them there like clouds hanging in the air | |
And they said the earth was flat, sailed off the world into a vat | |
Turned the planets into toys then played marbles like small boys | |
Invented love, invented hate, hung them off the arms of fate | |
Hear them whisper hear them speak, seems they found what we still seek |
zuò cí : Kilbey, Powles ... | |
They built the pyramids, toiled with tons of stone | |
Irrigated deserts, built giant golden thrones | |
Built palaces in india and a dome on the moon | |
Illustrated ceilings, praised god with strange choirs | |
Fed the five thousand, built cities of spires | |
Felt the pull of science unravel in their minds | |
Charted celestial bodies and were punished for their finds | |
Conquered snowpeaked mountains, drove jungles to retreat | |
Were drowned in vicious rapids and were heralded for their feats | |
Fantasized in babylon, built a home in space | |
Scaled the walls of china against all human odds | |
Won battles without hope and saw men turned into gods | |
Still they hide their faces well unbetrayed by heaven or hell | |
Only traces to be found although their history resounds | |
Disconnected they displayed all the discoveries they made | |
And now they wander round the earth beyond the realms of death or birth | |
If you look you' ll see them there like clouds hanging in the air | |
And they said the earth was flat, sailed off the world into a vat | |
Turned the planets into toys then played marbles like small boys | |
Invented love, invented hate, hung them off the arms of fate | |
Hear them whisper hear them speak, seems they found what we still seek |