Song | Pulling Faces |
Artist | Anthony Phillips |
Album | Wise After the Event |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phillips | |
Flashing meteors follows | |
Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
Stranded here on Ether | |
I couldn't get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But I still seem to be torn | |
From the Plough I have | |
Seen the Earth rise | |
And the Bear sailed away... | |
Correlating clusters | |
Destination undecided | |
As the Virgan Voice cries, "Proceed to Orion" | |
Lighting years with Aurora's Beacon | |
Banished here for treason | |
They didn't give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But still I seem to be torn | |
From the Pole I have | |
Seen the Crab rise | |
And the Fish flew away... | |
Pulling Faces in empty places | |
And now at last we're forewarned | |
And though the Bull's lost his horns – | |
After years of trekking | |
Through the Starglow, | |
It's the End of the Universe. |
zuo ci : Phillips | |
Flashing meteors follows | |
Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
Stranded here on Ether | |
I couldn' t get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But I still seem to be torn | |
From the Plough I have | |
Seen the Earth rise | |
And the Bear sailed away... | |
Correlating clusters | |
Destination undecided | |
As the Virgan Voice cries, " Proceed to Orion" | |
Lighting years with Aurora' s Beacon | |
Banished here for treason | |
They didn' t give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But still I seem to be torn | |
From the Pole I have | |
Seen the Crab rise | |
And the Fish flew away... | |
Pulling Faces in empty places | |
And now at last we' re forewarned | |
And though the Bull' s lost his horns | |
After years of trekking | |
Through the Starglow, | |
It' s the End of the Universe. |
zuò cí : Phillips | |
Flashing meteors follows | |
Comets climb in starling numbers, | |
And the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way. | |
Marking time, counting sheep on Venus, | |
Stranded here on Ether | |
I couldn' t get my feet into a windbreak today. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But I still seem to be torn | |
From the Plough I have | |
Seen the Earth rise | |
And the Bear sailed away... | |
Correlating clusters | |
Destination undecided | |
As the Virgan Voice cries, " Proceed to Orion" | |
Lighting years with Aurora' s Beacon | |
Banished here for treason | |
They didn' t give a reason for this sentence in space. | |
Pulling Faces and swapping places | |
Grab the Bull by the horns | |
But still I seem to be torn | |
From the Pole I have | |
Seen the Crab rise | |
And the Fish flew away... | |
Pulling Faces in empty places | |
And now at last we' re forewarned | |
And though the Bull' s lost his horns | |
After years of trekking | |
Through the Starglow, | |
It' s the End of the Universe. |