Song | Now Was |
Artist | Wire |
Album | Red Barked Tree |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Berlin | |
You're the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
You sit on your hands, 'til the trouble has passed | |
Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |
zuo ci : Berlin | |
You' re the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
You sit on your hands, ' til the trouble has passed | |
Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |
zuò cí : Berlin | |
You' re the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
You sit on your hands, ' til the trouble has passed | |
Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |