Song | Painted Bird - Live At The Royal Albert Hall |
Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
Album | Nocturne |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Steven Severin & John McGeoch & Susan Dallion & Peter Clarke | |
作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
Painted bird it's absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion | |
Carry on | |
Painted bird it's absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
You'll lose you sorrow | |
When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
Because we're painted birds by our own design | |
By our own design there's no more sorrow | |
Have you heard about the painted bird | |
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
We've lost our sorrow now it's tomorrow | |
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
No more sorrow... | |
Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |
zuo qu : Steven Severin John McGeoch Susan Dallion Peter Clarke | |
zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
Painted bird it' s absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
In laughing unison you' re hitchcock carrion | |
Carry on | |
Painted bird it' s absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
You' ll lose you sorrow | |
When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
Because we' re painted birds by our own design | |
By our own design there' s no more sorrow | |
Have you heard about the painted bird | |
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
We' ve lost our sorrow now it' s tomorrow | |
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
No more sorrow... | |
Now we' re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |
zuò qǔ : Steven Severin John McGeoch Susan Dallion Peter Clarke | |
zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
Painted bird it' s absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
In laughing unison you' re hitchcock carrion | |
Carry on | |
Painted bird it' s absurd | |
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
You' ll lose you sorrow | |
When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
Because we' re painted birds by our own design | |
By our own design there' s no more sorrow | |
Have you heard about the painted bird | |
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
We' ve lost our sorrow now it' s tomorrow | |
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
No more sorrow... | |
Now we' re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |