Mathilde In The Dirt Lyrics
| Song | Mathilde In The Dirt |
| Artist | Cinema Strange |
| Album | The Astonished Eyes of Evening |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Cinema Strange |
| [00:02.357] | Beginning |
| [00:46.848] | She is horse-hoof dust and the lazy rays rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes. |
| [01:00.418] | She moves sadly through the woods hanging from the back of a caravan, |
| [01:10.819] | thread and nail have caught her hand. |
| [01:13.953] | She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth, |
| [01:21.839] | to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico. |
| [01:27.537] | She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered like a leaf in the authumn time, |
| [01:37.537] | with winter skin and breath of clover. |
| [01:41.130] | Now she's all alone, |
| [01:44.208] | immobile in the dirt and she can't change her face to greet |
| [01:50.791] | the evening pressing, cold, around her. |
| [02:21.955] | Middle |
| [02:39.318] | And in the dark she sees new faces; |
| [02:41.972] | silver like the dew-reflected moon. |
| [02:43.685] | They laugh at her dress and sing like wind in the winter time... |
| [02:47.908] | wildflower tongues and mothwing ears, they sing: |
| [02:50.877] | "We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:54.149] | We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:56.871] | Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey! |
| [03:00.057] | Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!" |
| [03:03.260] | And in the dark she can lift her head. |
| [03:05.555] | Silver arms and hands help her dance and blink like fireflies. |
| [03:08.637] | Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse and soon the |
| [03:11.422] | Sun is up and she is cloth: Mathilde in the dirt... |
| [03:17.784] | End |
| [03:28.214] | She would gasp in disbelief and she would bend her face with crimson smiles were |
| [03:36.481] | It not for the daylight, were she not a pile of stuffing. |
| [03:41.337] | She knots her brains remembering each leap beneath the gnarled and starlit treetops, |
| [03:51.352] | Her flight through hanging willow curtains. |
| [03:54.889] | She wonder at the people with the caterpillar fingers and the cat claws, |
| [04:05.226] | the beetle wings and clothes of lichen. |
| [04:08.398] | Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching and the she shivers in the dust. |
| [04:18.608] | Her girl has come to find her! |
| [04:22.246] | Now she's held aloft! |
| [04:26.477] | A woman cries and dries her eyes on lost Mathilde from decades past |
| [04:31.486] | who wandered far and wandered back... |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Cinema Strange |
| [00:02.357] | Beginning |
| [00:46.848] | She is horsehoof dust and the lazy rays rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes. |
| [01:00.418] | She moves sadly through the woods hanging from the back of a caravan, |
| [01:10.819] | thread and nail have caught her hand. |
| [01:13.953] | She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth, |
| [01:21.839] | to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico. |
| [01:27.537] | She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered like a leaf in the authumn time, |
| [01:37.537] | with winter skin and breath of clover. |
| [01:41.130] | Now she' s all alone, |
| [01:44.208] | immobile in the dirt and she can' t change her face to greet |
| [01:50.791] | the evening pressing, cold, around her. |
| [02:21.955] | Middle |
| [02:39.318] | And in the dark she sees new faces |
| [02:41.972] | silver like the dewreflected moon. |
| [02:43.685] | They laugh at her dress and sing like wind in the winter time... |
| [02:47.908] | wildflower tongues and mothwing ears, they sing: |
| [02:50.877] | " We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:54.149] | We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:56.871] | Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey! |
| [03:00.057] | Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!" |
| [03:03.260] | And in the dark she can lift her head. |
| [03:05.555] | Silver arms and hands help her dance and blink like fireflies. |
| [03:08.637] | Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse and soon the |
| [03:11.422] | Sun is up and she is cloth: Mathilde in the dirt... |
| [03:17.784] | End |
| [03:28.214] | She would gasp in disbelief and she would bend her face with crimson smiles were |
| [03:36.481] | It not for the daylight, were she not a pile of stuffing. |
| [03:41.337] | She knots her brains remembering each leap beneath the gnarled and starlit treetops, |
| [03:51.352] | Her flight through hanging willow curtains. |
| [03:54.889] | She wonder at the people with the caterpillar fingers and the cat claws, |
| [04:05.226] | the beetle wings and clothes of lichen. |
| [04:08.398] | Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching and the she shivers in the dust. |
| [04:18.608] | Her girl has come to find her! |
| [04:22.246] | Now she' s held aloft! |
| [04:26.477] | A woman cries and dries her eyes on lost Mathilde from decades past |
| [04:31.486] | who wandered far and wandered back... |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Cinema Strange |
| [00:02.357] | Beginning |
| [00:46.848] | She is horsehoof dust and the lazy rays rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes. |
| [01:00.418] | She moves sadly through the woods hanging from the back of a caravan, |
| [01:10.819] | thread and nail have caught her hand. |
| [01:13.953] | She relinquishes her grasp and tumbles to the earth, |
| [01:21.839] | to the wheel ruts, a tangled heap of calico. |
| [01:27.537] | She sobs dryly for the girl who whispered like a leaf in the authumn time, |
| [01:37.537] | with winter skin and breath of clover. |
| [01:41.130] | Now she' s all alone, |
| [01:44.208] | immobile in the dirt and she can' t change her face to greet |
| [01:50.791] | the evening pressing, cold, around her. |
| [02:21.955] | Middle |
| [02:39.318] | And in the dark she sees new faces |
| [02:41.972] | silver like the dewreflected moon. |
| [02:43.685] | They laugh at her dress and sing like wind in the winter time... |
| [02:47.908] | wildflower tongues and mothwing ears, they sing: |
| [02:50.877] | " We have a doll from a human child! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:54.149] | We found her floundered in the dirt! Hey! Hey! |
| [02:56.871] | Her eyes are painted pools of water! Hey! Hey! |
| [03:00.057] | Her skin is frost on the velvet skull of a fallen deer!" |
| [03:03.260] | And in the dark she can lift her head. |
| [03:05.555] | Silver arms and hands help her dance and blink like fireflies. |
| [03:08.637] | Underneath a bursting moon twenty years elapse and soon the |
| [03:11.422] | Sun is up and she is cloth: Mathilde in the dirt... |
| [03:17.784] | End |
| [03:28.214] | She would gasp in disbelief and she would bend her face with crimson smiles were |
| [03:36.481] | It not for the daylight, were she not a pile of stuffing. |
| [03:41.337] | She knots her brains remembering each leap beneath the gnarled and starlit treetops, |
| [03:51.352] | Her flight through hanging willow curtains. |
| [03:54.889] | She wonder at the people with the caterpillar fingers and the cat claws, |
| [04:05.226] | the beetle wings and clothes of lichen. |
| [04:08.398] | Now she hears a sound, a caravan approaching and the she shivers in the dust. |
| [04:18.608] | Her girl has come to find her! |
| [04:22.246] | Now she' s held aloft! |
| [04:26.477] | A woman cries and dries her eyes on lost Mathilde from decades past |
| [04:31.486] | who wandered far and wandered back... |
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