Song | A Sad Sadness Song |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Thunder Perfect Mind |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
When we touch the world | |
And it falls away | |
When we feel that we're born | |
Just to fall apart | |
And our mother lies in state | |
And the broken pitcher glistens | |
And the snow is at the window | |
Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
And the earth covers earth | |
And the mud lies in pools | |
Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
And the geese are running harmless | |
And our desires are running wild | |
Then we're looking at the smoke | |
That's rising from the incense | |
Neither coming here nor going | |
Neither heaven here nor hell | |
Neither borning here nor birthing | |
Neither dying here nor death | |
And we're wrapped inside our troubles | |
And we're wrapped inside our pain | |
And wracked with fires with longing | |
And our eyes are blind with night | |
With our fingers clutching coins | |
And our thoughts burning with I | |
And our eyes cannot be sated | |
With the world and its nightmares | |
With the world and its dreams | |
Though later they'll be filled | |
With a small handful of dust | |
And the Gods appear on the altars | |
And we recognise their face | |
It's a face that we have carved there | |
And it's full of fear and longing | |
And promises and threats | |
But they neither stoop to conquer | |
Not do they stoop to praise | |
And the mines are void of diamonds | |
That we carry in our rags | |
Then all the world seems | |
A sadness song | |
And all the world seems | |
A sadness song |
zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
When we touch the world | |
And it falls away | |
When we feel that we' re born | |
Just to fall apart | |
And our mother lies in state | |
And the broken pitcher glistens | |
And the snow is at the window | |
Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
And the earth covers earth | |
And the mud lies in pools | |
Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
And the geese are running harmless | |
And our desires are running wild | |
Then we' re looking at the smoke | |
That' s rising from the incense | |
Neither coming here nor going | |
Neither heaven here nor hell | |
Neither borning here nor birthing | |
Neither dying here nor death | |
And we' re wrapped inside our troubles | |
And we' re wrapped inside our pain | |
And wracked with fires with longing | |
And our eyes are blind with night | |
With our fingers clutching coins | |
And our thoughts burning with I | |
And our eyes cannot be sated | |
With the world and its nightmares | |
With the world and its dreams | |
Though later they' ll be filled | |
With a small handful of dust | |
And the Gods appear on the altars | |
And we recognise their face | |
It' s a face that we have carved there | |
And it' s full of fear and longing | |
And promises and threats | |
But they neither stoop to conquer | |
Not do they stoop to praise | |
And the mines are void of diamonds | |
That we carry in our rags | |
Then all the world seems | |
A sadness song | |
And all the world seems | |
A sadness song |
zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
When we touch the world | |
And it falls away | |
When we feel that we' re born | |
Just to fall apart | |
And our mother lies in state | |
And the broken pitcher glistens | |
And the snow is at the window | |
Creating neither sign nor symbol | |
And the earth covers earth | |
And the mud lies in pools | |
Where the sanddunes stretch unbroken | |
And the dry wind bends and sighs | |
And the geese are running harmless | |
And our desires are running wild | |
Then we' re looking at the smoke | |
That' s rising from the incense | |
Neither coming here nor going | |
Neither heaven here nor hell | |
Neither borning here nor birthing | |
Neither dying here nor death | |
And we' re wrapped inside our troubles | |
And we' re wrapped inside our pain | |
And wracked with fires with longing | |
And our eyes are blind with night | |
With our fingers clutching coins | |
And our thoughts burning with I | |
And our eyes cannot be sated | |
With the world and its nightmares | |
With the world and its dreams | |
Though later they' ll be filled | |
With a small handful of dust | |
And the Gods appear on the altars | |
And we recognise their face | |
It' s a face that we have carved there | |
And it' s full of fear and longing | |
And promises and threats | |
But they neither stoop to conquer | |
Not do they stoop to praise | |
And the mines are void of diamonds | |
That we carry in our rags | |
Then all the world seems | |
A sadness song | |
And all the world seems | |
A sadness song |