Song | The Soapmakers |
Artist | Clutch |
Album | The Elephant Riders |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clutch | |
Behind the Cliffside Inn, | |
I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, | |
keeping rhythm on an old washboard | |
and stomping on the floor. | |
Saw people of all sorts | |
dancing 'round in twos and fours, | |
caroling about days of old, | |
and what the future holds. | |
In the middle was a big cauldron | |
that they were stirring, stirring, | |
and there were trees around | |
that they kept burning, burning. | |
I asked a toothless man | |
who all these people were, and | |
he said, "The soapmakers, | |
and we are working, working." | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. |
zuo ci : Clutch | |
Behind the Cliffside Inn, | |
I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, | |
keeping rhythm on an old washboard | |
and stomping on the floor. | |
Saw people of all sorts | |
dancing ' round in twos and fours, | |
caroling about days of old, | |
and what the future holds. | |
In the middle was a big cauldron | |
that they were stirring, stirring, | |
and there were trees around | |
that they kept burning, burning. | |
I asked a toothless man | |
who all these people were, and | |
he said, " The soapmakers, | |
and we are working, working." | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. |
zuò cí : Clutch | |
Behind the Cliffside Inn, | |
I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, | |
keeping rhythm on an old washboard | |
and stomping on the floor. | |
Saw people of all sorts | |
dancing ' round in twos and fours, | |
caroling about days of old, | |
and what the future holds. | |
In the middle was a big cauldron | |
that they were stirring, stirring, | |
and there were trees around | |
that they kept burning, burning. | |
I asked a toothless man | |
who all these people were, and | |
he said, " The soapmakers, | |
and we are working, working." | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
and everything was everyone and each one was all. |