Song | My Vien Ilin |
Artist | Ted Leo and the Pharmacists |
Album | The Tyranny of Distance |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Leo | |
And when I was seventeen | |
I made myself a DMZ | |
But they continued bombing me | |
Hot and steadily | |
They divided me at seventeen | |
I declared myself a DMZ | |
But they continue bombing me | |
Incessantly | |
Dig in Vien Ilin, dig in today | |
The Americans are on their way | |
American bombs away | |
Dig in today | |
We make our days as they make us | |
As I must, says Odysseus | |
Make myself my own Telemachus | |
"Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenos Dedalus!" | |
And if it hasn't been a bust | |
Then land-ho, Ulysseus | |
And all of us like Dedalus | |
Dead, dead all of us | |
Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea | |
What horrors rage internally | |
And what reactions, chemically | |
Through synapses so awfully | |
Conducting electricity | |
And converting less efficiently | |
What potential energy | |
For this life of endless tunneling? | |
So deep beneath the DMZ | |
Lightless of necessity | |
Their bombs are heard incessantly | |
Our days, they make us, clearly |
zuo qu : Leo | |
And when I was seventeen | |
I made myself a DMZ | |
But they continued bombing me | |
Hot and steadily | |
They divided me at seventeen | |
I declared myself a DMZ | |
But they continue bombing me | |
Incessantly | |
Dig in Vien Ilin, dig in today | |
The Americans are on their way | |
American bombs away | |
Dig in today | |
We make our days as they make us | |
As I must, says Odysseus | |
Make myself my own Telemachus | |
" Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenos Dedalus!" | |
And if it hasn' t been a bust | |
Then landho, Ulysseus | |
And all of us like Dedalus | |
Dead, dead all of us | |
Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea | |
What horrors rage internally | |
And what reactions, chemically | |
Through synapses so awfully | |
Conducting electricity | |
And converting less efficiently | |
What potential energy | |
For this life of endless tunneling? | |
So deep beneath the DMZ | |
Lightless of necessity | |
Their bombs are heard incessantly | |
Our days, they make us, clearly |
zuò qǔ : Leo | |
And when I was seventeen | |
I made myself a DMZ | |
But they continued bombing me | |
Hot and steadily | |
They divided me at seventeen | |
I declared myself a DMZ | |
But they continue bombing me | |
Incessantly | |
Dig in Vien Ilin, dig in today | |
The Americans are on their way | |
American bombs away | |
Dig in today | |
We make our days as they make us | |
As I must, says Odysseus | |
Make myself my own Telemachus | |
" Bous Stephanos, Stephanoumenos Dedalus!" | |
And if it hasn' t been a bust | |
Then landho, Ulysseus | |
And all of us like Dedalus | |
Dead, dead all of us | |
Between the dense red clay and the deep blue sea | |
What horrors rage internally | |
And what reactions, chemically | |
Through synapses so awfully | |
Conducting electricity | |
And converting less efficiently | |
What potential energy | |
For this life of endless tunneling? | |
So deep beneath the DMZ | |
Lightless of necessity | |
Their bombs are heard incessantly | |
Our days, they make us, clearly |