Song | A Boy Named Fly |
Artist | Abydos |
Album | Little Boy's Heavy Metal Shadow Opera About The Inhabitants Of His Diary |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The freedom around my father's grave | |
now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
now buried under machines' roar - it is not a dream | |
May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
Now I was 13 months at sea | |
And it feels like I'm coming home | |
This port is a well-known place to me | |
So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
That all is one in all | |
.... here in my Neverland | |
Then the wind takes it all | |
Under the sirens of the night | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
"Fly“ is a boy who sings for the world | |
And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
Destroys our hope | |
For freedom we lost the peace | |
And now it's just a little too late | |
The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
That I'm not afraid | |
Something inside infecting our innocence | |
Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Out there in the fields | |
I see children play | |
In a magic light | |
On a rainy day | |
And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
Dancing with a man | |
From another star | |
And he brings us hope | |
Says the little boy | |
Heal the universe | |
With a song of joy | |
I'm afraid of the very end | |
No one will flee from our Neverland | |
How can I reach other river coasts | |
Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
Now I'm the king of all orchid dreams | |
Dreams make us different human beings | |
Who are you that I'm talking to | |
Can't you see that everything is in you | |
I see how the world is going down | |
you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
I see how the world is going down it's a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
I slipped outside and saw nothing's like it seems | |
You better know this we are not alone and just cats-paw on a string | |
And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |
zuo qu : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The freedom around my father' s grave | |
now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
now buried under machines' roar it is not a dream | |
May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
Now I was 13 months at sea | |
And it feels like I' m coming home | |
This port is a wellknown place to me | |
So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
That all is one in all | |
.... here in my Neverland | |
Then the wind takes it all | |
Under the sirens of the night | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
" Fly" is a boy who sings for the world | |
And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
Destroys our hope | |
For freedom we lost the peace | |
And now it' s just a little too late | |
The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
That I' m not afraid | |
Something inside infecting our innocence | |
Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Out there in the fields | |
I see children play | |
In a magic light | |
On a rainy day | |
And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
Dancing with a man | |
From another star | |
And he brings us hope | |
Says the little boy | |
Heal the universe | |
With a song of joy | |
I' m afraid of the very end | |
No one will flee from our Neverland | |
How can I reach other river coasts | |
Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
Now I' m the king of all orchid dreams | |
Dreams make us different human beings | |
Who are you that I' m talking to | |
Can' t you see that everything is in you | |
I see how the world is going down | |
you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
I see how the world is going down it' s a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
I slipped outside and saw nothing' s like it seems | |
You better know this we are not alone and just catspaw on a string | |
And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |
zuò qǔ : Glass, Krauss, Kuntz | |
The freedom around my father' s grave | |
now drifted by the winds of war... and disturbed | |
and all of my sorrows all my pleas | |
now buried under machines' roar it is not a dream | |
May the laughter of children help us in the end | |
turn the base in our hometown into a bugbane plant | |
that hold off the aircraft coming like a swarm of bees | |
and the flight of big grey moths to the flame in the Middle East | |
Now I was 13 months at sea | |
And it feels like I' m coming home | |
This port is a wellknown place to me | |
So I kneel down to touch the stone | |
And for a minute I thought I could understand | |
That all is one in all | |
.... here in my Neverland | |
Then the wind takes it all | |
Under the sirens of the night | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
" Fly" is a boy who sings for the world | |
And writing an anthem for too many gods | |
A biological weapon is the virus of hate | |
Destroys our hope | |
For freedom we lost the peace | |
And now it' s just a little too late | |
The free choice for home for religion and faith | |
Is like I would lie so bizarre | |
That I' m not afraid | |
Something inside infecting our innocence | |
Before all our lies searching for their paradise | |
Under the sirens of the night I can hear it | |
I hear an ancient melody | |
Fly is a boy who sings for the world | |
and writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Out there in the fields | |
I see children play | |
In a magic light | |
On a rainy day | |
And I hear them speak in a secret kwaa | |
Dancing with a man | |
From another star | |
And he brings us hope | |
Says the little boy | |
Heal the universe | |
With a song of joy | |
I' m afraid of the very end | |
No one will flee from our Neverland | |
How can I reach other river coasts | |
Try to be water then you will learn to flow | |
Now I' m the king of all orchid dreams | |
Dreams make us different human beings | |
Who are you that I' m talking to | |
Can' t you see that everything is in you | |
I see how the world is going down | |
you leave with a rainbow in my eyes | |
I see how the world is going down it' s a sad but a beautiful goodbye | |
while Fly is a boy still sings for the world | |
writing an anthem for too many gods | |
Last night I found... the hole in my dreams | |
I slipped outside and saw nothing' s like it seems | |
You better know this we are not alone and just catspaw on a string | |
And those who watch us from above make us dance and sing |