Song | Music Must Change |
Artist | The Who |
Album | Thirty Years Of Maximum R&B |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pete Townshend | |
作词 : Townshend | |
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito's sting brings a dream | |
But the poison's derange | |
The music must change | |
For we're chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change | |
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body's like ice | |
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
But death always leads into life | |
But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
Am I so crazy to feel that it's here prearranged? | |
The music must change | |
It's gets higher and higher | |
Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
Then it bursts into fire | |
Its rhythm grows strong | |
It's so new and so strange | |
Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
The music must change | |
But is this song so different? | |
Am I doing it all again? | |
It may have been done before | |
But then music's an open door | |
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It's confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito's sting brings a dream | |
But the poison's derange | |
The music must change | |
For we're chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change |
zuo qu : Pete Townshend | |
zuo ci : Townshend | |
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
But the poison' s derange | |
The music must change | |
For we' re chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change | |
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body' s like ice | |
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
But death always leads into life | |
But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
Am I so crazy to feel that it' s here prearranged? | |
The music must change | |
It' s gets higher and higher | |
Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
Then it bursts into fire | |
Its rhythm grows strong | |
It' s so new and so strange | |
Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
The music must change | |
But is this song so different? | |
Am I doing it all again? | |
It may have been done before | |
But then music' s an open door | |
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
But the poison' s derange | |
The music must change | |
For we' re chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change |
zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend | |
zuò cí : Townshend | |
Deep in the back of my mind is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
But the poison' s derange | |
The music must change | |
For we' re chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change | |
Sometimes at night, I wake up and my body' s like ice | |
The sound of the running wild stallion, the noise of the mice | |
And I wondered if then I could hear into all of your dreams | |
I realize now it was really the sound of your screams | |
But death always leads into life | |
But the street fighter swallows the knife | |
Am I so crazy to feel that it' s here prearranged? | |
The music must change | |
It' s gets higher and higher | |
Smouldering like leaves in the 1 | |
Then it bursts into fire | |
Its rhythm grows strong | |
It' s so new and so strange | |
Like bells in the clouds, then again | |
The music must change | |
But is this song so different? | |
Am I doing it all again? | |
It may have been done before | |
But then music' s an open door | |
Deep in the back of my is an unrealized sound | |
Every feeling I get from the street says it soon could be found | |
When I hear the cold lies of the pusher, I know it exists | |
It' s confirmed in the eyes of the kids, emphasized with their fists | |
But the high has to rise from the low | |
Like volcanoes explode through the snow | |
The mosquito' s sting brings a dream | |
But the poison' s derange | |
The music must change | |
For we' re chewing a bone | |
We soared like the sparrow hawk flied | |
Then we dropped like a stone | |
Like the tide and the waves | |
Growing slowly in range | |
Crushing mountains as old as the Earth | |
So the music must change |