Song | Poets And Slaves |
Artist | Midnight Oil |
Album | Capricornia |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Moginie | |
Here comes the mechanical sun | |
working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead | |
the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again | |
you want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
Circus olympia pulls into town | |
the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves | |
you can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
we got some good ideas | |
we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
clouds came down low on the corn | |
meat ants are gathering like storms | |
somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay | |
you can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves. | |
You've got to count what you've made | |
you're gonna pass like the days | |
stop time and head for the stage. | |
And c'mon you poets and slaves | |
c'mon you poets and slaves. |
zuo ci : Moginie | |
Here comes the mechanical sun | |
working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it' s dead | |
the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
You want to run like the wind you' ll never come here again | |
you want a world you can save so c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
Circus olympia pulls into town | |
the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
You want to go down in flames you' re gonna crash like the waves | |
you can' t remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
we got some good ideas | |
we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
clouds came down low on the corn | |
meat ants are gathering like storms | |
somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
You got to arrest the decay you' re sinking down in the bay | |
you can' t remember your name c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
You' ve got to count what you' ve made | |
you' re gonna pass like the days | |
stop time and head for the stage. | |
And c' mon you poets and slaves | |
c' mon you poets and slaves. |
zuò cí : Moginie | |
Here comes the mechanical sun | |
working on the bones in the dry old creek bed | |
mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it' s dead | |
the emerald silo is rusting from the inside. | |
You want to run like the wind you' ll never come here again | |
you want a world you can save so c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
Circus olympia pulls into town | |
the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer | |
there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse | |
tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries. | |
You want to go down in flames you' re gonna crash like the waves | |
you can' t remember your name so come on you poets and slaves. | |
We got everything we need sugar and beef | |
we got some good ideas | |
we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too | |
clouds came down low on the corn | |
meat ants are gathering like storms | |
somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries. | |
You gotta you gotta you gotta | |
c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
You got to arrest the decay you' re sinking down in the bay | |
you can' t remember your name c' mon you poets and slaves. | |
You' ve got to count what you' ve made | |
you' re gonna pass like the days | |
stop time and head for the stage. | |
And c' mon you poets and slaves | |
c' mon you poets and slaves. |