Song | Theme For Thought |
Artist | Virgin Prunes |
Album | Hérésie |
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作曲 : Virgin Prunes | |
Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
I know a lot of people like that | |
They talk in words but what do they mean | |
[They think in words and words alone] | |
When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
[And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me] | |
[She says to me with her questionnaire | |
“Answer this | |
Take this one” | |
I say one thing | |
I say | |
I say, I say… | |
One thing] | |
And I see her, see whore | |
They cannot see what they don’t have so deny that time | |
But there’s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
Why should I be like you? | |
Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
So don’t talk to me | |
Don’t look at me | |
But please stay with me | |
“He didn’t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day” | |
I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
Come see my heaven and I’ll show you, show you hell… | |
[Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
You are all invited, everone of you | |
You can see how you can be | |
You can talk | |
You can sing | |
While we pray | |
While we, while we…] |
zuo qu : Virgin Prunes | |
Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
I know a lot of people like that | |
They talk in words but what do they mean | |
They think in words and words alone | |
When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me | |
She says to me with her questionnaire | |
" Answer this | |
Take this one" | |
I say one thing | |
I say | |
I say, I say | |
One thing | |
And I see her, see whore | |
They cannot see what they don' t have so deny that time | |
But there' s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
Why should I be like you? | |
Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
So don' t talk to me | |
Don' t look at me | |
But please stay with me | |
" He didn' t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day" | |
I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
Come see my heaven and I' ll show you, show you hell | |
Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
You are all invited, everone of you | |
You can see how you can be | |
You can talk | |
You can sing | |
While we pray | |
While we, while we |
zuò qǔ : Virgin Prunes | |
Should I talk the way you want me to talk | |
Say the things the way you want to hear them | |
I know a lot of people like that | |
They talk in words but what do they mean | |
They think in words and words alone | |
When heart becomes a chain, painted like a whore | |
And sometimes, sometimes, words they betray me | |
She says to me with her questionnaire | |
" Answer this | |
Take this one" | |
I say one thing | |
I say | |
I say, I say | |
One thing | |
And I see her, see whore | |
They cannot see what they don' t have so deny that time | |
But there' s one thing, one thing I have, one thing I see | |
Why should I be like you? | |
Nothing is ever the way you say it is | |
Nothing is ever the way you want it | |
So don' t talk to me | |
Don' t look at me | |
But please stay with me | |
" He didn' t wear his scarlet robe, for blood and wine are red | |
And blood and wine were on his hands, when they found him with the dead | |
The poor dead woman, whom he loved and murdered in her bed | |
He walked amongst the trial men in a suit of shabby grey | |
A cricket cap stood on his head and his step seemed light and gay | |
Though I never saw a man look so wistfully at the day" | |
I see your heaven, you see my hell | |
Come see my heaven and I' ll show you, show you hell | |
Life is a cabaret, come to the cabaret | |
You are all invited, everone of you | |
You can see how you can be | |
You can talk | |
You can sing | |
While we pray | |
While we, while we |