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Gone Ahead (Live, Het Patronaat, Haarlem, 8 December 2004) - Peter Hammill.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Peter Hammill
[00:22.32]We bite off our tongues
[00:28.95]while chewing the fat;
[00:34.71]though the fire in our lungs is celestial
[00:40.83]our delivery falls flat.
[00:48.12]Would a time come to be silent?
[00:54.18]Oh, we never spoke of that.
[01:00.66]We talked out of turn
[01:07.86]in the school of hard knocks;
[01:13.62]although willing to learn from experience
[01:19.11]it still comes as a shock
[01:25.50]when the time comes to be silent...
[01:31.14]one by one the jaws all drop.
[01:41.40]The voice is still clear in my head;
[01:47.25]it's the last word in monologue...
[01:52.41]close-up, interior, night.
[02:09.15]Mmm...
[02:42.84]The voices alive in my head
[02:49.92]are all tongue-tied to silence now.
[03:19.05]It's the darkest of moods,
[03:25.62]it's the cruellest of jokes
[03:31.71]that this facility I used, once so fluent,
[03:37.50]is cut out at a stroke.
[03:44.16]And the time came to be silent
[03:49.65]as the core connection broke...
[03:59.34]absurd ineloquence,
[04:04.44]my own words on which I choke.
[04:14.22]Swallowing deep on the thread,
[04:22.59]so much I'm losing now,
[04:29.85]so many things left unsaid
[04:39.90]and the voice I've been using is
[04:46.29]gone ahead.
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作曲 : Peter Hammill
We bite off our tongues
while chewing the fat;
though the fire in our lungs is celestial
our delivery falls flat.
Would a time come to be silent?
Oh, we never spoke of that.
We talked out of turn
in the school of hard knocks;
although willing to learn from experience
it still comes as a shock
when the time comes to be silent...
one by one the jaws all drop.
The voice is still clear in my head;
it's the last word in monologue...
close-up, interior, night.
Mmm...
The voices alive in my head
are all tongue-tied to silence now.
It's the darkest of moods,
it's the cruellest of jokes
that this facility I used, once so fluent,
is cut out at a stroke.
And the time came to be silent
as the core connection broke...
absurd ineloquence,
my own words on which I choke.
Swallowing deep on the thread,
so much I'm losing now,
so many things left unsaid
and the voice I've been using is
gone ahead.