Song | The Killing Jar - Royal Albert Hall, London- Recorded 12.9.88. |
Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
Album | At The BBC |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
Down where this ugly man | |
Seeks his sustenance | |
Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Scything into his twisted roots | |
Then from his eyes | |
Spring fireflies | |
Breathing life | |
Into a roaring disguise | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He's gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar | |
A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
The size of make-believe | |
Punches through his spike of rage | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Snuffing out the magic fury | |
Then from inside | |
Bolt lightning cries | |
Swiftly crushed | |
The final, muffled sighs | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He's gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar |
zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Down where this ugly man | |
Seeks his sustenance | |
Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Scything into his twisted roots | |
Then from his eyes | |
Spring fireflies | |
Breathing life | |
Into a roaring disguise | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He' s gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar | |
A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
The size of makebelieve | |
Punches through his spike of rage | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Snuffing out the magic fury | |
Then from inside | |
Bolt lightning cries | |
Swiftly crushed | |
The final, muffled sighs | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He' s gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar |
zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
Down where this ugly man | |
Seeks his sustenance | |
Down in the blue, midnight flare | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Scything into his twisted roots | |
Then from his eyes | |
Spring fireflies | |
Breathing life | |
Into a roaring disguise | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He' s gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar | |
A soft hoodwink of shadow | |
The size of makebelieve | |
Punches through his spike of rage | |
A glass hand cuts through the water | |
Snuffing out the magic fury | |
Then from inside | |
Bolt lightning cries | |
Swiftly crushed | |
The final, muffled sighs | |
Needles and sins, sins and needles | |
He' s gasping for air | |
In the wishing well | |
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes | |
Hand around the killing jar |