Song | The Teeth Of The Winds Of The Sea |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Of Ruine Or Some Blazing Starre |
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作词 : Tibet | |
then I looked into her young eyes | |
from eighty years she looks back | |
into my young eyes | |
and she is gone | |
to where? | |
where has her soul gone? | |
body found yes but her very mark her sign | |
lost it seems to me now | |
though I feel that she is here still | |
all around me windsouled | |
to love is always to live somehow | |
as long as our eyes are still this colourdull glass | |
I will not now know her still | |
this parched scorched earth | |
endless wheel of suffering | |
great ocean of pain | |
bloodbucket of grief | |
roaring mouthgaped ooooh | |
of disappointment and despair | |
will not then exist | |
and we shall smile | |
we shall smile as big as the big crescent moon | |
which lies on its arched back and dreams | |
of cats and stars and snow | |
and as before we saw smiley shining stars | |
and disreaching them | |
our arms would wave like a desperate windmill | |
hoping hoping to welcome them home | |
now we shall touch them close to our hearts | |
and what we are | |
and what we may be | |
maybe | |
why I have failed? | |
and all I could have been | |
and am not | |
and all I had hoped for | |
and were not | |
and everything I hoped | |
and hoped and hoped and hoped for | |
I prayed in the morning | |
and I prayed in the evening | |
and I got not | |
from the rotgut God | |
when all the world starts to shiver | |
and shimmer and shake all around me | |
and all the worldlight was piecemeal and peaceless | |
this is the atomic pain of the world | |
the molecular tears | |
the final crystalline structure of misery | |
that wind its way around the wooden snakejawed growing spine | |
of the worlds, listen; I was taken to be betrayed whenever is hate | |
to be betrayed wherever is hate | |
as the body is abused by man | |
there in the patrapassion egde of the world | |
the hanging God is invaded | |
in heart and soul I suffer | |
you all suffer | |
you suffer all | |
I suffer | |
suffer suffer suffer | |
the tearblowing world creaks around | |
and we are broken | |
loss | |
loss | |
light an darkness | |
light and darkness | |
it seems to the little blue and green world | |
that they do not know each other | |
but they must finally | |
the Master says that Satan too shall be forgiven | |
forgiven | |
and suffering before | |
we suffer too | |
here's sixpence here's sixpence | |
go and play and play | |
in the flaky pale fields that still are somehow this land | |
and spend oh spend your life away | |
spend your spend your night | |
away | |
and waste and waste your life away | |
under the bright starlight | |
under your yewboned archlight body | |
you are dead under this shitstained sky | |
you are dead under the loveless muddy almoststars | |
you are dead under the sleeping closed eyes of the bhagavan | |
you are dead under the road and the track and the path | |
along the green grass slipping away | |
along the snaking way | |
you are deady deady | |
deady deady | |
dead | |
goodnight | |
the lights are dead and so are you | |
the light is dead and so are you |
zuo ci : Tibet | |
then I looked into her young eyes | |
from eighty years she looks back | |
into my young eyes | |
and she is gone | |
to where? | |
where has her soul gone? | |
body found yes but her very mark her sign | |
lost it seems to me now | |
though I feel that she is here still | |
all around me windsouled | |
to love is always to live somehow | |
as long as our eyes are still this colourdull glass | |
I will not now know her still | |
this parched scorched earth | |
endless wheel of suffering | |
great ocean of pain | |
bloodbucket of grief | |
roaring mouthgaped ooooh | |
of disappointment and despair | |
will not then exist | |
and we shall smile | |
we shall smile as big as the big crescent moon | |
which lies on its arched back and dreams | |
of cats and stars and snow | |
and as before we saw smiley shining stars | |
and disreaching them | |
our arms would wave like a desperate windmill | |
hoping hoping to welcome them home | |
now we shall touch them close to our hearts | |
and what we are | |
and what we may be | |
maybe | |
why I have failed? | |
and all I could have been | |
and am not | |
and all I had hoped for | |
and were not | |
and everything I hoped | |
and hoped and hoped and hoped for | |
I prayed in the morning | |
and I prayed in the evening | |
and I got not | |
from the rotgut God | |
when all the world starts to shiver | |
and shimmer and shake all around me | |
and all the worldlight was piecemeal and peaceless | |
this is the atomic pain of the world | |
the molecular tears | |
the final crystalline structure of misery | |
that wind its way around the wooden snakejawed growing spine | |
of the worlds, listen I was taken to be betrayed whenever is hate | |
to be betrayed wherever is hate | |
as the body is abused by man | |
there in the patrapassion egde of the world | |
the hanging God is invaded | |
in heart and soul I suffer | |
you all suffer | |
you suffer all | |
I suffer | |
suffer suffer suffer | |
the tearblowing world creaks around | |
and we are broken | |
loss | |
loss | |
light an darkness | |
light and darkness | |
it seems to the little blue and green world | |
that they do not know each other | |
but they must finally | |
the Master says that Satan too shall be forgiven | |
forgiven | |
and suffering before | |
we suffer too | |
here' s sixpence here' s sixpence | |
go and play and play | |
in the flaky pale fields that still are somehow this land | |
and spend oh spend your life away | |
spend your spend your night | |
away | |
and waste and waste your life away | |
under the bright starlight | |
under your yewboned archlight body | |
you are dead under this shitstained sky | |
you are dead under the loveless muddy almoststars | |
you are dead under the sleeping closed eyes of the bhagavan | |
you are dead under the road and the track and the path | |
along the green grass slipping away | |
along the snaking way | |
you are deady deady | |
deady deady | |
dead | |
goodnight | |
the lights are dead and so are you | |
the light is dead and so are you |
zuò cí : Tibet | |
then I looked into her young eyes | |
from eighty years she looks back | |
into my young eyes | |
and she is gone | |
to where? | |
where has her soul gone? | |
body found yes but her very mark her sign | |
lost it seems to me now | |
though I feel that she is here still | |
all around me windsouled | |
to love is always to live somehow | |
as long as our eyes are still this colourdull glass | |
I will not now know her still | |
this parched scorched earth | |
endless wheel of suffering | |
great ocean of pain | |
bloodbucket of grief | |
roaring mouthgaped ooooh | |
of disappointment and despair | |
will not then exist | |
and we shall smile | |
we shall smile as big as the big crescent moon | |
which lies on its arched back and dreams | |
of cats and stars and snow | |
and as before we saw smiley shining stars | |
and disreaching them | |
our arms would wave like a desperate windmill | |
hoping hoping to welcome them home | |
now we shall touch them close to our hearts | |
and what we are | |
and what we may be | |
maybe | |
why I have failed? | |
and all I could have been | |
and am not | |
and all I had hoped for | |
and were not | |
and everything I hoped | |
and hoped and hoped and hoped for | |
I prayed in the morning | |
and I prayed in the evening | |
and I got not | |
from the rotgut God | |
when all the world starts to shiver | |
and shimmer and shake all around me | |
and all the worldlight was piecemeal and peaceless | |
this is the atomic pain of the world | |
the molecular tears | |
the final crystalline structure of misery | |
that wind its way around the wooden snakejawed growing spine | |
of the worlds, listen I was taken to be betrayed whenever is hate | |
to be betrayed wherever is hate | |
as the body is abused by man | |
there in the patrapassion egde of the world | |
the hanging God is invaded | |
in heart and soul I suffer | |
you all suffer | |
you suffer all | |
I suffer | |
suffer suffer suffer | |
the tearblowing world creaks around | |
and we are broken | |
loss | |
loss | |
light an darkness | |
light and darkness | |
it seems to the little blue and green world | |
that they do not know each other | |
but they must finally | |
the Master says that Satan too shall be forgiven | |
forgiven | |
and suffering before | |
we suffer too | |
here' s sixpence here' s sixpence | |
go and play and play | |
in the flaky pale fields that still are somehow this land | |
and spend oh spend your life away | |
spend your spend your night | |
away | |
and waste and waste your life away | |
under the bright starlight | |
under your yewboned archlight body | |
you are dead under this shitstained sky | |
you are dead under the loveless muddy almoststars | |
you are dead under the sleeping closed eyes of the bhagavan | |
you are dead under the road and the track and the path | |
along the green grass slipping away | |
along the snaking way | |
you are deady deady | |
deady deady | |
dead | |
goodnight | |
the lights are dead and so are you | |
the light is dead and so are you |