Song | Tragic Vaudeville |
Artist | Wall of Voodoo |
Album | Seven Days In Sammystown |
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作词 : Moreland | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I'm Laughing | |
The grass was soft | |
And so I sat and painted what | |
I'd been looking at | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing twice a day since its opening | |
If movements we made fascinating | |
Hide our hearts incinerating | |
The final days | |
Whose book of lust? | |
Who found sin when they were looking for fun | |
The visions of | |
Your violet eyes | |
So haunted and yet | |
I'm not afraid | |
Though I feel so weak | |
I must remain | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don't fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I'm Laughing | |
A face whose name | |
I can't replace | |
Steps I can't retrace | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing every night since its opening | |
And on stage the violence, greed | |
My obsessive roots drink deep | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don't fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |
zuo ci : Moreland | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I' m Laughing | |
The grass was soft | |
And so I sat and painted what | |
I' d been looking at | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing twice a day since its opening | |
If movements we made fascinating | |
Hide our hearts incinerating | |
The final days | |
Whose book of lust? | |
Who found sin when they were looking for fun | |
The visions of | |
Your violet eyes | |
So haunted and yet | |
I' m not afraid | |
Though I feel so weak | |
I must remain | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I' m Laughing | |
A face whose name | |
I can' t replace | |
Steps I can' t retrace | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing every night since its opening | |
And on stage the violence, greed | |
My obsessive roots drink deep | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |
zuò cí : Moreland | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I' m Laughing | |
The grass was soft | |
And so I sat and painted what | |
I' d been looking at | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing twice a day since its opening | |
If movements we made fascinating | |
Hide our hearts incinerating | |
The final days | |
Whose book of lust? | |
Who found sin when they were looking for fun | |
The visions of | |
Your violet eyes | |
So haunted and yet | |
I' m not afraid | |
Though I feel so weak | |
I must remain | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray | |
This slab of stone | |
Stares at me | |
So seriously and yet | |
I' m Laughing | |
A face whose name | |
I can' t replace | |
Steps I can' t retrace | |
Now starring in the tragedy | |
Playing every night since its opening | |
And on stage the violence, greed | |
My obsessive roots drink deep | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Love come quickly don' t fade away | |
On the stage of my tragic vaudeville | |
Maddness is the cure as we fade to gray |