Song | The Black Angel's Death Song |
Artist | The Velvet Underground |
Album | Live MCMXCIII |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cale, Reed | |
Myriad choice of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose? | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the | |
Black Angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering's brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
Of GTThe rally man's patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skull | |
Shrill yell | |
Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
Red lined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gonna choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame | |
Choose again | |
And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side | |
To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
Don't scream, try between | |
If you choose | |
If you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game | |
I che che, che che | |
IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |
zuo ci : Cale, Reed | |
Myriad choice of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose? | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the | |
Black Angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering' s brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
Of GTThe rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skull | |
Shrill yell | |
Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
Red lined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gonna choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame | |
Choose again | |
And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if Epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side | |
To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
Don' t scream, try between | |
If you choose | |
If you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game | |
I che che, che che | |
IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |
zuò cí : Cale, Reed | |
Myriad choice of his fate | |
Set themselves out upon a plate | |
For him to choose | |
What had he to lose? | |
Not a ghost bloodied country | |
All covered with sleep | |
Where the | |
Black Angel did weep | |
Not an old city street in the east | |
Gone to choose | |
And wandering' s brother | |
Walked on through the night | |
With his hair in his face | |
On a long splintered cut from the knife | |
Of GTThe rally man' s patter ran on through the dawn | |
Until we said so long | |
To his skull | |
Shrill yell | |
Shining brightly red rimmed and | |
Red lined with the time | |
Infused with the choice of the mind | |
On ice skates scraping chunks | |
From the bells | |
Cut mouth bleeding razors | |
Forgetting the pain | |
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy | |
So you fly | |
To the cozy brown snow of the east | |
Gonna choose, choose again | |
Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget | |
Where you come from | |
The stools of your eyes | |
Serve to realize fame | |
Choose again | |
And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse | |
For the loss of a horse | |
When the bowels and a tail of a rat | |
Come again, choose to go | |
And if Epiphany' s terror reduced you to shame | |
Have your head bobbed and weaved | |
Choose a side | |
To be onAnd if the stone glances off | |
Split didactics in two | |
Leave the color of the mouse trails | |
Don' t scream, try between | |
If you choose | |
If you choose, try to lose | |
For the loss of remain come and start | |
Start the game | |
I che che, che che | |
IChe che che, ka tah koh | |
Choose to choose | |
Choose to choose, choose to go |