[00:00.00] 作词 : Daniel Ash/David J/Kevin Haskins/Peter Murphy
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Daniel Ash/David J/Kevin Haskins/Peter Murphy
[00:37.71]A gut pull drag on me
[00:40.68]Into the casm gaping we
[00:43.80]Mirrors multy reflecting this
[00:46.44]Between spunk stained sheet
[00:48.27]And odourous whim
[00:50.43]Calme eye-flick-shudder within
[00:53.10]Assist me to walk away in sin
[00:56.34]Where is the string that Theseus laid
[00:59.52]Find me out this labyrinth place.
[01:14.40]I do get bored, I get bored
[01:18.72]In the flat field.
[01:20.94]I get bored, I do get bored
[01:24.36]In the flat field
[01:40.80]Yin and yang lumber punch
[01:43.35]Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
[01:46.53]And force my slender thin and lean
[01:49.38]In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
[01:52.53]Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
[01:55.98]As life maps out onto my brow
[01:59.10]The card is lowered in index turn
[02:01.98]Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.
[02:30.18]I do get bored, I get bored
[02:34.56]In the flat field.
[02:36.75]I get bored, I do get bored
[02:41.04]In the flat field
[02:56.37]Let me catch the slit of light
[02:59.22]For a maidens sake
[03:00.84]On a maiden flight
[03:02.88]In the flat field I do get bored
[03:05.91]Replace with Piccadilly whores
[03:09.06]In my yearn for some cerebral fix
[03:12.39]Transfer me to that solid plain
[03:15.93]Hammer me into blazen pain
[03:19.14]Moulding shapes no shame to waste
[03:22.38]Moulding shapes no shame to waste
[03:25.26]And drag me there with deafening haste

作词 : Daniel Ash/David J/Kevin Haskins/Peter Murphy
作曲 : Daniel Ash/David J/Kevin Haskins/Peter Murphy
A gut pull drag on me
Into the casm gaping we
Mirrors multy reflecting this
Between spunk stained sheet
And odourous whim
Calme eye-flick-shudder within
Assist me to walk away in sin
Where is the string that Theseus laid
Find me out this labyrinth place.
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
Yin and yang lumber punch
Go taste a tart, then eat my lunch
And force my slender thin and lean
In this solemn place of fill wetting dreams
Of black matted lace of pregnant cows
As life maps out onto my brow
The card is lowered in index turn
Into my filing cabinet hemispheres spurn.
I do get bored, I get bored
In the flat field.
I get bored, I do get bored
In the flat field
Let me catch the slit of light
For a maidens sake
On a maiden flight
In the flat field I do get bored
Replace with Piccadilly whores
In my yearn for some cerebral fix
Transfer me to that solid plain
Hammer me into blazen pain
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
Moulding shapes no shame to waste
And drag me there with deafening haste