Song | Dead Voices |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | Hearts of Oak |
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作曲 : Leo | |
Long live our dying friend | |
In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
Cold now in a warming world | |
Still cold as the moment we're hanging frozen in | |
Oh, writer of words | |
Channel of fear | |
Hey, lover of life | |
Hater of living here | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Vibrations reverberate | |
In waves from a point in time and a place | |
Tune in and you feel them sent | |
All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
Go look to his words | |
Don't look to his past | |
The story goes on | |
The players are recast | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
What would you say to have saved him, oh won't you say it to save me? | |
The streets are deserted | |
The bars are the same | |
One voice of the living | |
The town crier is calling your name | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now |
zuo qu : Leo | |
Long live our dying friend | |
In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
Cold now in a warming world | |
Still cold as the moment we' re hanging frozen in | |
Oh, writer of words | |
Channel of fear | |
Hey, lover of life | |
Hater of living here | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Vibrations reverberate | |
In waves from a point in time and a place | |
Tune in and you feel them sent | |
All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
Go look to his words | |
Don' t look to his past | |
The story goes on | |
The players are recast | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
What would you say to have saved him, oh won' t you say it to save me? | |
The streets are deserted | |
The bars are the same | |
One voice of the living | |
The town crier is calling your name | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
Long live our dying friend | |
In the birth of his hand was the dirge of his end | |
Cold now in a warming world | |
Still cold as the moment we' re hanging frozen in | |
Oh, writer of words | |
Channel of fear | |
Hey, lover of life | |
Hater of living here | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Vibrations reverberate | |
In waves from a point in time and a place | |
Tune in and you feel them sent | |
All time is right now, what do we learn from him, then? | |
Go look to his words | |
Don' t look to his past | |
The story goes on | |
The players are recast | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
What part of a million could call him a friend? | |
But maybe one in a thousand finds something to commiserate in | |
And if that one is you, then what do you see? | |
What would you say to have saved him, oh won' t you say it to save me? | |
The streets are deserted | |
The bars are the same | |
One voice of the living | |
The town crier is calling your name | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now | |
Hear them calling | |
Come over the hills now | |
To your darling | |
The dead voices are near now |