| Song | Blood Of The Past |
| Artist | The Comet Is Coming |
| Artist | Kate Tempest |
| Album | Trust In The Lifeforce Of The Deep Mystery |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Kate Tempest |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Danalogue/Betamax/King Shabaka |
| [03:18.95] | All the many corpses begin to speak |
| [03:21.70] | What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore |
| [03:24.54] | It is too late for pleading white picket dreams |
| [03:27.38] | Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking |
| [03:30.84] | Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness |
| [03:34.01] | In the need to make face and keep up |
| [03:35.92] | And drown out the many voices within |
| [03:37.78] | Imagine a culture that has, at its root |
| [03:40.44] | A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones |
| [03:44.45] | But I can hear the lie before you speak |
| [03:47.57] | There is nothing but progress to eat |
| [03:49.48] | And we are so fat and so hungry |
| [03:52.32] | And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van |
| [03:54.74] | While the white shirt and tie in the tube car |
| [03:56.32] | Distractional picture |
| [03:58.73] | Pictures of beer and guilt about urges |
| [04:00.50] | ***ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness |
| [04:03.69] | Give me something I can nail myself to |
| [04:06.65] | Give me a sharply-dressed talking head |
| [04:09.01] | Who has something about them I trust and despise |
| [04:11.39] | And what of it, anyway? These windows don't open |
| [04:14.81] | They were designed to stay closed |
| [04:17.50] | Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute |
| [04:19.36] | Check the internet, never stop, never stop |
| [04:21.79] | There is a scar on the soul of the world |
| [04:24.37] | And it needs you to look |
| [04:26.12] | The blood of the past is here, it remains |
| [04:29.99] | The blood of the murders |
| [04:31.67] | The bodies like sacks leaking brain |
| [04:34.05] | All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains |
| [04:38.54] | To acknowledge without guilt |
| [04:40.12] | To accept without condition |
| [04:42.59] | And to listen when other people |
| [04:45.00] | Tell you how you have behaved |
| [04:46.79] | Truth is, it’s for us to feel and be moved |
| [04:50.34] | But I hear the clatter of bone against steel |
| [04:52.44] | It is coming |
| [04:53.39] | It will not be stilled, it is there |
| [04:55.78] | In the air, scorched white |
| [04:57.80] | The reflection of sunlight on glass |
| [04:59.98] | Bouncing back into sunlight |
| [05:02.09] | And glass bouncing back, industrialized |
| [05:04.98] | Denial, business as usual |
| [05:08.36] | So roll your eyes, shake your head |
| [05:10.20] | Turn away and call me names |
| [05:12.05] | I'm okay with that, too proud |
| [05:14.44] | Unable to listen, we keep speaking |
| [05:17.21] | Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves |
| [05:21.02] | Unable to stop and unwilling to learn |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Kate Tempest |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Danalogue Betamax King Shabaka |
| [03:18.95] | All the many corpses begin to speak |
| [03:21.70] | What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore |
| [03:24.54] | It is too late for pleading white picket dreams |
| [03:27.38] | Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking |
| [03:30.84] | Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness |
| [03:34.01] | In the need to make face and keep up |
| [03:35.92] | And drown out the many voices within |
| [03:37.78] | Imagine a culture that has, at its root |
| [03:40.44] | A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones |
| [03:44.45] | But I can hear the lie before you speak |
| [03:47.57] | There is nothing but progress to eat |
| [03:49.48] | And we are so fat and so hungry |
| [03:52.32] | And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van |
| [03:54.74] | While the white shirt and tie in the tube car |
| [03:56.32] | Distractional picture |
| [03:58.73] | Pictures of beer and guilt about urges |
| [04:00.50] | ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness |
| [04:03.69] | Give me something I can nail myself to |
| [04:06.65] | Give me a sharplydressed talking head |
| [04:09.01] | Who has something about them I trust and despise |
| [04:11.39] | And what of it, anyway? These windows don' t open |
| [04:14.81] | They were designed to stay closed |
| [04:17.50] | Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute |
| [04:19.36] | Check the internet, never stop, never stop |
| [04:21.79] | There is a scar on the soul of the world |
| [04:24.37] | And it needs you to look |
| [04:26.12] | The blood of the past is here, it remains |
| [04:29.99] | The blood of the murders |
| [04:31.67] | The bodies like sacks leaking brain |
| [04:34.05] | All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains |
| [04:38.54] | To acknowledge without guilt |
| [04:40.12] | To accept without condition |
| [04:42.59] | And to listen when other people |
| [04:45.00] | Tell you how you have behaved |
| [04:46.79] | Truth is, it' s for us to feel and be moved |
| [04:50.34] | But I hear the clatter of bone against steel |
| [04:52.44] | It is coming |
| [04:53.39] | It will not be stilled, it is there |
| [04:55.78] | In the air, scorched white |
| [04:57.80] | The reflection of sunlight on glass |
| [04:59.98] | Bouncing back into sunlight |
| [05:02.09] | And glass bouncing back, industrialized |
| [05:04.98] | Denial, business as usual |
| [05:08.36] | So roll your eyes, shake your head |
| [05:10.20] | Turn away and call me names |
| [05:12.05] | I' m okay with that, too proud |
| [05:14.44] | Unable to listen, we keep speaking |
| [05:17.21] | Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves |
| [05:21.02] | Unable to stop and unwilling to learn |