And The Smokers and Children Shall Be Cast Down Lyrics
| Song | And The Smokers and Children Shall Be Cast Down |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
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| 作曲 : Dies | |
| Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding | |
| Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting | |
| And still your cradle with no effort sways | |
| Where this monochromatic record is played | |
| And I’ll purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye | |
| So easy if you never ask yourself, why | |
| My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh | |
| Shall we say an appendage has finally died? | |
| Or is it easier to go on with a smile | |
| With flattering ease and talk for a while | |
| Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor | |
| And I can’t go on singing anymore | |
| Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you've spun | |
| And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done | |
| Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet | |
| Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat | |
| So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie | |
| Begin every sentence that you vomit with an | |
| IAnd then | |
| Jesus will forgive you but oh what can | |
| I doTo see if there’s enough forgiveness left for me? | |
| But in all of | |
| Israel, Father did you see | |
| Someone who seeks himself so perfectly? | |
| The Pharisees would be content at sight of me | |
| Snakes would wrap around me, we’d dance across the sea | |
| To ridicule you there, spit upon your face | |
| Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace | |
| Isn't that the goal that | |
| I've always pursued? | |
| While I beg you, | |
| Lord to be used for you | |
| Under a light in | |
| Bethlehem, | |
| I was sifting through the sand | |
| Saline burned my eyes, | |
| I was looking for your hand | |
| Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed | |
| I cried out, "I’m alone”, found myself in your armsRest in me, oh my love,I've loved you before the world beganRest in me, oh my loveYou'll never to wander too far to reach my handDid they not murder You? Did they not see You die?Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyesDid we not torture You? Smiling as You diedOr is it that You killed death itself and now we're all alive?I won’t find you there, lyin' with yourselfSleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insectsI won’t look for you, prayin' to your ceilin'Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirrorCry into your hands |
| zuo qu : Dies | |
| Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding | |
| Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting | |
| And still your cradle with no effort sways | |
| Where this monochromatic record is played | |
| And I' ll purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye | |
| So easy if you never ask yourself, why | |
| My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh | |
| Shall we say an appendage has finally died? | |
| Or is it easier to go on with a smile | |
| With flattering ease and talk for a while | |
| Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor | |
| And I can' t go on singing anymore | |
| Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you' ve spun | |
| And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done | |
| Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet | |
| Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat | |
| So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie | |
| Begin every sentence that you vomit with an | |
| IAnd then | |
| Jesus will forgive you but oh what can | |
| I doTo see if there' s enough forgiveness left for me? | |
| But in all of | |
| Israel, Father did you see | |
| Someone who seeks himself so perfectly? | |
| The Pharisees would be content at sight of me | |
| Snakes would wrap around me, we' d dance across the sea | |
| To ridicule you there, spit upon your face | |
| Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace | |
| Isn' t that the goal that | |
| I' ve always pursued? | |
| While I beg you, | |
| Lord to be used for you | |
| Under a light in | |
| Bethlehem, | |
| I was sifting through the sand | |
| Saline burned my eyes, | |
| I was looking for your hand | |
| Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed | |
| I cried out, " I' m alone", found myself in your armsRest in me, oh my love, I' ve loved you before the world beganRest in me, oh my loveYou' ll never to wander too far to reach my handDid they not murder You? Did they not see You die? Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyesDid we not torture You? Smiling as You diedOr is it that You killed death itself and now we' re all alive? I won' t find you there, lyin' with yourselfSleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insectsI won' t look for you, prayin' to your ceilin' Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirrorCry into your hands |
| zuò qǔ : Dies | |
| Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding | |
| Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting | |
| And still your cradle with no effort sways | |
| Where this monochromatic record is played | |
| And I' ll purse my lips to blow kisses, goodbye | |
| So easy if you never ask yourself, why | |
| My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh | |
| Shall we say an appendage has finally died? | |
| Or is it easier to go on with a smile | |
| With flattering ease and talk for a while | |
| Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor | |
| And I can' t go on singing anymore | |
| Oh, the tale you tell, oh the web that you' ve spun | |
| And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done | |
| Makes the anger, oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet | |
| Makes the pity that you pour over your head, quite a treat | |
| So go ahead and cry and go ahead and lie | |
| Begin every sentence that you vomit with an | |
| IAnd then | |
| Jesus will forgive you but oh what can | |
| I doTo see if there' s enough forgiveness left for me? | |
| But in all of | |
| Israel, Father did you see | |
| Someone who seeks himself so perfectly? | |
| The Pharisees would be content at sight of me | |
| Snakes would wrap around me, we' d dance across the sea | |
| To ridicule you there, spit upon your face | |
| Unsheathe this wicked tongue and invite disgrace | |
| Isn' t that the goal that | |
| I' ve always pursued? | |
| While I beg you, | |
| Lord to be used for you | |
| Under a light in | |
| Bethlehem, | |
| I was sifting through the sand | |
| Saline burned my eyes, | |
| I was looking for your hand | |
| Gave up on myself and left my pride disarmed | |
| I cried out, " I' m alone", found myself in your armsRest in me, oh my love, I' ve loved you before the world beganRest in me, oh my loveYou' ll never to wander too far to reach my handDid they not murder You? Did they not see You die? Hangin' on a tree as life had left your eyesDid we not torture You? Smiling as You diedOr is it that You killed death itself and now we' re all alive? I won' t find you there, lyin' with yourselfSleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insectsI won' t look for you, prayin' to your ceilin' Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, sing of your mistakesSing of your mistakes, put lipstick on your mirrorCry into your hands |
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