Song | The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul |
Artist | XTC |
Album | Skylarking |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Partridge | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
From East to West, from pole to pole | |
With ego as his drunken captain | |
Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Who took no compass, guide or chart | |
To rope and tar his blood congealed | |
When he found his self revealed ugly and cold | |
And the sirens that sing | |
By your nose with its ring | |
They'll drag you in | |
For your sins | |
Now he sits all alone | |
And it's no place like home | |
It's empty skin | |
A bag to keep life's souvenirs in | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
Came back again to find a hole | |
Where once he thought compassion and the truth | |
Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Was doomed to journey from the start | |
Of every love affair he'd broken | |
All the lies he'd ever spoken | |
Tattooed on his arm | |
And the jellyfish stings | |
Even angels with wings | |
Who look too deep | |
And dare to peep | |
Now he sits all alone | |
Knowing flesh blood and bone | |
Is everything | |
He found the treasure he'd been seeking | |
The man who sailed around his soul |
zuo ci : Partridge | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
From East to West, from pole to pole | |
With ego as his drunken captain | |
Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Who took no compass, guide or chart | |
To rope and tar his blood congealed | |
When he found his self revealed ugly and cold | |
And the sirens that sing | |
By your nose with its ring | |
They' ll drag you in | |
For your sins | |
Now he sits all alone | |
And it' s no place like home | |
It' s empty skin | |
A bag to keep life' s souvenirs in | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
Came back again to find a hole | |
Where once he thought compassion and the truth | |
Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Was doomed to journey from the start | |
Of every love affair he' d broken | |
All the lies he' d ever spoken | |
Tattooed on his arm | |
And the jellyfish stings | |
Even angels with wings | |
Who look too deep | |
And dare to peep | |
Now he sits all alone | |
Knowing flesh blood and bone | |
Is everything | |
He found the treasure he' d been seeking | |
The man who sailed around his soul |
zuò cí : Partridge | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
From East to West, from pole to pole | |
With ego as his drunken captain | |
Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Who took no compass, guide or chart | |
To rope and tar his blood congealed | |
When he found his self revealed ugly and cold | |
And the sirens that sing | |
By your nose with its ring | |
They' ll drag you in | |
For your sins | |
Now he sits all alone | |
And it' s no place like home | |
It' s empty skin | |
A bag to keep life' s souvenirs in | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
The man who sailed around his soul | |
Came back again to find a hole | |
Where once he thought compassion and the truth | |
Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return | |
The man who walked across his heart | |
Was doomed to journey from the start | |
Of every love affair he' d broken | |
All the lies he' d ever spoken | |
Tattooed on his arm | |
And the jellyfish stings | |
Even angels with wings | |
Who look too deep | |
And dare to peep | |
Now he sits all alone | |
Knowing flesh blood and bone | |
Is everything | |
He found the treasure he' d been seeking | |
The man who sailed around his soul |