Song | One Day My Prince Will Come |
Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
Album | Have You Seen This Ghost ? |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Sopor Aeternus |
[00:51.47] | I know one Day my Prince will come, |
[00:57.43] | no need for him to be well hung: |
[01:03.43] | He will have other Qualities, |
[01:09.45] | some of which you have ... never seen ...before. |
[01:15.56] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[01:21.36] | trying so hard to dream up my only Mister Right... |
[01:27.37] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[01:33.57] | such is the Love that is not meant to be... |
[01:45.39] | Oh, illusive, Amphibian, |
[01:49.76] | in on a poisonous scheme, |
[01:54.05] | in his inditrious house |
[01:58.70] | dwells the old Sham of a Beast; |
[02:02.61] | beware, the walls are made of glass... |
[02:06.84] | oh yes, all here imitates Life, |
[02:10.90] | and the Symptoms of your Sadness |
[02:15.22] | are the Key to this place... |
[02:54.73] | There are two precious holes left in the transparent lif, |
[03:03.27] | once, in a gesture of Hope, glued to the Barrel's sharpest Edge; |
[03:10.96] | the larger one of the Tunnles allows the channeled Waters to flow, |
[03:20.02] | because the other One's the Exit Door where the air comes and goes... |
[04:06.49] | The Bubbles of the spectacle |
[04:11.43] | unfold their Magic, obscene, |
[04:15.82] | the offered rivers all turn lethal |
[04:19.91] | as the large Frog disappears, through Veils of sickest Transformation, |
[04:27.79] | the oldest of all gestures is born; |
[04:33.03] | the Miniature of a Prince appears and He is dancing on the Crystal floor... |
[05:18.67] | It is imperative now |
[05:22.89] | to empty your bladder and your bowls, |
[05:28.71] | in only 3 glorious Days the Prince, he stretcyes & GROWS, |
[05:37.32] | all to It s pre-destined size, bearing Love's promise of Life; |
[05:46.69] | through the disease of a toy we face our secret Desire. |
[05:55.96] | I know... one day my prince will come, |
[06:00.24] | no need for him to be well hung, |
[06:04.76] | He will have other Qualities, |
[06:09.12] | a whole Bouguet of Flowers yet unseen before. |
[06:13.58] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[06:17.79] | trying... oh,so hard... to dream up my own Mister Right... |
[06:21.99] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[06:26.51] | as I was polishing the armoury. |
[06:32.95] | Gone is the fragile Beauty the good Fairies have called, |
[06:42.63] | once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores, |
[06:51.97] | grown into oddless angler, all distorted & wrong, |
[07:01.22] | so grotesque beyond comprehension, |
[07:06.32] | a royal Dick tries to come... |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Sopor Aeternus |
[00:51.47] | I know one Day my Prince will come, |
[00:57.43] | no need for him to be well hung: |
[01:03.43] | He will have other Qualities, |
[01:09.45] | some of which you have ... never seen ... before. |
[01:15.56] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[01:21.36] | trying so hard to dream up my only Mister Right... |
[01:27.37] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[01:33.57] | such is the Love that is not meant to be... |
[01:45.39] | Oh, illusive, Amphibian, |
[01:49.76] | in on a poisonous scheme, |
[01:54.05] | in his inditrious house |
[01:58.70] | dwells the old Sham of a Beast |
[02:02.61] | beware, the walls are made of glass... |
[02:06.84] | oh yes, all here imitates Life, |
[02:10.90] | and the Symptoms of your Sadness |
[02:15.22] | are the Key to this place... |
[02:54.73] | There are two precious holes left in the transparent lif, |
[03:03.27] | once, in a gesture of Hope, glued to the Barrel' s sharpest Edge |
[03:10.96] | the larger one of the Tunnles allows the channeled Waters to flow, |
[03:20.02] | because the other One' s the Exit Door where the air comes and goes... |
[04:06.49] | The Bubbles of the spectacle |
[04:11.43] | unfold their Magic, obscene, |
[04:15.82] | the offered rivers all turn lethal |
[04:19.91] | as the large Frog disappears, through Veils of sickest Transformation, |
[04:27.79] | the oldest of all gestures is born |
[04:33.03] | the Miniature of a Prince appears and He is dancing on the Crystal floor... |
[05:18.67] | It is imperative now |
[05:22.89] | to empty your bladder and your bowls, |
[05:28.71] | in only 3 glorious Days the Prince, he stretcyes GROWS, |
[05:37.32] | all to It s predestined size, bearing Love' s promise of Life |
[05:46.69] | through the disease of a toy we face our secret Desire. |
[05:55.96] | I know... one day my prince will come, |
[06:00.24] | no need for him to be well hung, |
[06:04.76] | He will have other Qualities, |
[06:09.12] | a whole Bouguet of Flowers yet unseen before. |
[06:13.58] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[06:17.79] | trying... oh, so hard... to dream up my own Mister Right... |
[06:21.99] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[06:26.51] | as I was polishing the armoury. |
[06:32.95] | Gone is the fragile Beauty the good Fairies have called, |
[06:42.63] | once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores, |
[06:51.97] | grown into oddless angler, all distorted wrong, |
[07:01.22] | so grotesque beyond comprehension, |
[07:06.32] | a royal Dick tries to come... |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Sopor Aeternus |
[00:51.47] | I know one Day my Prince will come, |
[00:57.43] | no need for him to be well hung: |
[01:03.43] | He will have other Qualities, |
[01:09.45] | some of which you have ... never seen ... before. |
[01:15.56] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[01:21.36] | trying so hard to dream up my only Mister Right... |
[01:27.37] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[01:33.57] | such is the Love that is not meant to be... |
[01:45.39] | Oh, illusive, Amphibian, |
[01:49.76] | in on a poisonous scheme, |
[01:54.05] | in his inditrious house |
[01:58.70] | dwells the old Sham of a Beast |
[02:02.61] | beware, the walls are made of glass... |
[02:06.84] | oh yes, all here imitates Life, |
[02:10.90] | and the Symptoms of your Sadness |
[02:15.22] | are the Key to this place... |
[02:54.73] | There are two precious holes left in the transparent lif, |
[03:03.27] | once, in a gesture of Hope, glued to the Barrel' s sharpest Edge |
[03:10.96] | the larger one of the Tunnles allows the channeled Waters to flow, |
[03:20.02] | because the other One' s the Exit Door where the air comes and goes... |
[04:06.49] | The Bubbles of the spectacle |
[04:11.43] | unfold their Magic, obscene, |
[04:15.82] | the offered rivers all turn lethal |
[04:19.91] | as the large Frog disappears, through Veils of sickest Transformation, |
[04:27.79] | the oldest of all gestures is born |
[04:33.03] | the Miniature of a Prince appears and He is dancing on the Crystal floor... |
[05:18.67] | It is imperative now |
[05:22.89] | to empty your bladder and your bowls, |
[05:28.71] | in only 3 glorious Days the Prince, he stretcyes GROWS, |
[05:37.32] | all to It s predestined size, bearing Love' s promise of Life |
[05:46.69] | through the disease of a toy we face our secret Desire. |
[05:55.96] | I know... one day my prince will come, |
[06:00.24] | no need for him to be well hung, |
[06:04.76] | He will have other Qualities, |
[06:09.12] | a whole Bouguet of Flowers yet unseen before. |
[06:13.58] | I struggled in my girlish mind |
[06:17.79] | trying... oh, so hard... to dream up my own Mister Right... |
[06:21.99] | But not a single vision ever came to me... |
[06:26.51] | as I was polishing the armoury. |
[06:32.95] | Gone is the fragile Beauty the good Fairies have called, |
[06:42.63] | once the tide of the fourth day washes over the shores, |
[06:51.97] | grown into oddless angler, all distorted wrong, |
[07:01.22] | so grotesque beyond comprehension, |
[07:06.32] | a royal Dick tries to come... |