Song | In the Heart of the Wood and What I Found There |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Thunder Perfect Mind |
作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
in the heart of the wood | |
in the closed forest | |
christ appeared to me | |
in several forms | |
one two three four | |
swastika i'm told | |
on the cliffs of mother | |
i walked with mary | |
behind the eyes of his innocence or guile | |
the young old man talks of the brittle walls | |
that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned | |
mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters | |
then christ appeared as wind | |
mary runs down from the high walls | |
christ appears as flowers | |
down long path she walks | |
christ appears as the rubble | |
that holds the stones | |
that holds the paths | |
that holds the feet to the bones of the earth | |
oh if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
christ manifests slowly | |
as the dust on her eyes | |
before she falls again into fields of sleep | |
i would like this anger to dissolve | |
and i wait for another | |
revolution or revelation | |
it doesn't too much matter | |
when i see blood in wheals | |
all shall be well she said | |
but not to me | |
not to me | |
the skeleton of the universe | |
barbed wire of blues and stars | |
remains unmoved | |
when the mother ocean covers me | |
i rush to drown with her breakers | |
all shall be well she said | |
she said all shall be well | |
but not for me | |
but not for me |
zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
in the heart of the wood | |
in the closed forest | |
christ appeared to me | |
in several forms | |
one two three four | |
swastika i' m told | |
on the cliffs of mother | |
i walked with mary | |
behind the eyes of his innocence or guile | |
the young old man talks of the brittle walls | |
that held his son pinionned pinionned pinionned | |
mary walks on the cliffs but not on waters | |
then christ appeared as wind | |
mary runs down from the high walls | |
christ appears as flowers | |
down long path she walks | |
christ appears as the rubble | |
that holds the stones | |
that holds the paths | |
that holds the feet to the bones of the earth | |
oh if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
if she waits | |
christ manifests slowly | |
as the dust on her eyes | |
before she falls again into fields of sleep | |
i would like this anger to dissolve | |
and i wait for another | |
revolution or revelation | |
it doesn' t too much matter | |
when i see blood in wheals | |
all shall be well she said | |
but not to me | |
not to me | |
the skeleton of the universe | |
barbed wire of blues and stars | |
remains unmoved | |
when the mother ocean covers me | |
i rush to drown with her breakers | |
all shall be well she said | |
she said all shall be well | |
but not for me | |
but not for me |