Song | Pictures Of Home |
Artist | Deep Purple |
Album | LIVE AT MONTREUX 1996 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blackmore, Ritchie/Gillan, Ian/Glover, Roger/Lord, Jon/Paice, Ian Anderson | |
Written:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice | |
Somebody's shouting | |
Up at a mountain | |
Only my own words return | |
Nobody's up there | |
It's a deception | |
When will I ever learn? | |
CHORUS: | |
I'm alone here | |
With emptiness eagles and snow | |
Unfriendliness chilling my body | |
And whispering pictures of home | |
Wondering blindly | |
How can they find me | |
Maybe they don't even know | |
My body is shaking | |
Anticipating | |
The call of the black footed crow... | |
Chorus | |
Here in this prison | |
Of my own making | |
Year after day I have grown | |
Into a hero | |
But there's no worship | |
Where have they hidden my thrown... | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Blackmore, Ritchie Gillan, Ian Glover, Roger Lord, Jon Paice, Ian Anderson | |
Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
Somebody' s shouting | |
Up at a mountain | |
Only my own words return | |
Nobody' s up there | |
It' s a deception | |
When will I ever learn? | |
CHORUS: | |
I' m alone here | |
With emptiness eagles and snow | |
Unfriendliness chilling my body | |
And whispering pictures of home | |
Wondering blindly | |
How can they find me | |
Maybe they don' t even know | |
My body is shaking | |
Anticipating | |
The call of the black footed crow... | |
Chorus | |
Here in this prison | |
Of my own making | |
Year after day I have grown | |
Into a hero | |
But there' s no worship | |
Where have they hidden my thrown... | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Blackmore, Ritchie Gillan, Ian Glover, Roger Lord, Jon Paice, Ian Anderson | |
Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
Somebody' s shouting | |
Up at a mountain | |
Only my own words return | |
Nobody' s up there | |
It' s a deception | |
When will I ever learn? | |
CHORUS: | |
I' m alone here | |
With emptiness eagles and snow | |
Unfriendliness chilling my body | |
And whispering pictures of home | |
Wondering blindly | |
How can they find me | |
Maybe they don' t even know | |
My body is shaking | |
Anticipating | |
The call of the black footed crow... | |
Chorus | |
Here in this prison | |
Of my own making | |
Year after day I have grown | |
Into a hero | |
But there' s no worship | |
Where have they hidden my thrown... | |
Chorus |