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Song Of Myself

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  • 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen
    作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen

    The nightingale is still locked in the cage
    The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
    An old oak sheltering me from the blue
    Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
    A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
    She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
    Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude
    Raving harlequins' gigantic toys

    A song of me a song in need
    Of a courageous symphony
    A verse of me a verse in need
    Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    All that great heart lying still
    In silent suffering
    Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
    What is left for encore
    Is the same old dead boy's song
    Sung in silence
    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    A midnight flight into Covington Woods
    A princess and a panther by my side
    These are Territories I live for
    I'd still give mt everything to love you more

    A song of me a song in need
    Of a courageous symphony
    A verse of me a verse in need
    Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    All that great heart lying still
    In silent suffering
    Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
    What is left for encore
    Is the same old dead boy's song
    Sung in silence
    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    A silent symphony
    A hollow opus #1'2'3

    Sometimes the sky is piano black
    Piano black over cleansing waters

    Resting pipes' verse of bore
    Rusting keys without a door

    Sometimes the within is piano black
    Piano black over cleansing waters


    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

    I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street'
    with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
    Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
    I do' but walk by.

    An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
    It's half-light and he's in tears.
    When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.

    I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
    All pride has left his wild injured eyes.
    I wish I had my leg to spare.

    A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars.
    She's never loved him more.

    An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
    All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck.
    Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
    She's going to dinner alone.
    That makes her even more beautiful.

    I see a model's face on a brick wall.
    A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
    A city that worships flesh.

    The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
    man telling his story
    It was you' the grass under my bare feet
    The campfire in the dead of night
    The heavenly black of sky and sea

    It was us
    Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches
    Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
    Bathing in places no-one's seen before
    Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
    Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe

    Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature
    In early air of the dawn of life
    A sight to silence the heavens

    I want to travel where life travels'
    following its permanent lead
    Where the air tastes like snow music
    Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
    I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture
    I would bathe in a world of sensation
    Love' goodness and simplicity
    (While violated and imprisoned by technology)

    The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
    I used to experience true love
    That love remains infintie'
    as I'll never be the man my father is

    How can you "just be yourself"
    when you don't know who you are?
    Stop saying "I know how you feel"
    How could anyone know how another feels?

    Who am I to judge a priest' beggar'
    whore' politician' wrongdoer?
    I am' you are' all of them already

    Dear child' stop working' go play
    Forget every rule
    There's no fear in a dream

    Is there a village inside this snowflake?
    a child aske me
    What's the colour of our lullaby?

    I've never bbeen so close to truth as then
    I touched its silver lining

    Death is the winner in any war
    Nothing noble in dying for your religion
    For your country
    For ideology' for faith
    For another man' yes

    Paper is dead without words
    Ink idle without a poem
    All the world dead without stories
    Without love and disarming beauty

    Careless realism costs souls

    Ever seen the Lord smile?
    All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
    Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
    Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
    All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground

    I see all those empty cradles and wonder
    If man will never change

    I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
    Is smoke and mirrors
    Still given everything' may I be deserving

    And there forever remains the change from G to Em

    Nightwish - Song Of Myself


  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen
    [00:26.200]
    [00:45.990]The nightingale is still locked in the cage
    [00:50.790]The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
    [00:56.060]An old oak sheltering me from the blue
    [01:02.000]Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
    [01:07.990]A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
    [01:12.570]She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
    [01:18.210]Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude
    [01:23.640]Raving harlequins' gigantic toys
    [01:28.850]
    [01:30.250]A song of me a song in need
    [01:32.290]Of a courageous symphony
    [01:35.650]A verse of me a verse in need
    [01:38.720]Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
    [01:42.350]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [01:45.360]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [01:48.590]
    [01:50.560]All that great heart lying still
    [01:55.910]In silent suffering
    [01:58.920]Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
    [02:03.730]What is left for encore
    [02:05.230]Is the same old dead boy's song
    [02:08.640]Sung in silence
    [02:10.470]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [02:13.380]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [02:16.890]
    [02:27.450]A midnight flight into Covington Woods
    [02:31.530]A princess and a panther by my side
    [02:37.350]These are Territories I live for
    [02:43.020]I'd still give mt everything to love you more
    [02:48.610]
    [02:49.330]A song of me a song in need
    [02:52.130]Of a courageous symphony
    [02:55.390]A verse of me a verse in need
    [02:58.420]Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
    [03:01.560]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [03:05.160]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [03:08.360]
    [03:11.100]All that great heart lying still
    [03:15.720]In silent suffering
    [03:18.760]Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
    [03:23.490]What is left for encore
    [03:25.100]Is the same old dead boy's song
    [03:28.140]Sung in silence
    [03:30.290]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [03:33.170]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [03:36.590]
    [04:04.400]A silent symphony
    [04:13.920]A hollow opus #1'2'3
    [04:25.870]
    [04:29.710]Sometimes the sky is piano black
    [04:38.000]Piano black over cleansing waters
    [04:50.970]
    [04:53.810]Resting pipes' verse of bore
    [05:02.490]Rusting keys without a door
    [05:15.040]
    [05:19.500]Sometimes the within is piano black
    [05:27.880]Piano black over cleansing waters
    [05:40.870]
    [06:09.790]
    [06:12.030]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [06:15.240]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [06:21.660]
    [06:24.850]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
    [06:28.650]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
    [06:34.230]
    [07:07.370]I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street'
    [07:11.250]with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
    [07:14.230]Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
    [07:20.790]I do' but walk by.
    [07:23.470]
    [07:26.500]An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
    [07:31.660]It's half-light and he's in tears.
    [07:34.090]When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
    [07:38.150]
    [07:40.230]I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
    [07:44.880]All pride has left his wild injured eyes.
    [07:48.630]I wish I had my leg to spare.
    [07:51.720]
    [07:55.160]A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars.
    [07:58.890]She's never loved him more.
    [08:01.060]
    [08:02.300]An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
    [08:05.460]All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck.
    [08:10.620]Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
    [08:14.140]She's going to dinner alone.
    [08:17.360]That makes her even more beautiful.
    [08:20.380]
    [08:21.720]I see a model's face on a brick wall.
    [08:24.080]A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
    [08:28.760]A city that worships flesh.
    [08:33.860]
    [08:47.000]The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
    [08:50.680]man telling his story
    [08:52.930]It was you' the grass under my bare feet
    [08:57.150]The campfire in the dead of night
    [09:00.590]The heavenly black of sky and sea
    [09:04.060]
    [09:06.450]It was us
    [09:07.430]Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches
    [09:13.350]Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
    [09:18.220]Bathing in places no-one's seen before
    [09:23.600]Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
    [09:28.420]Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
    [09:35.970]
    [09:37.690]Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature
    [09:43.700]In early air of the dawn of life
    [09:46.810]A sight to silence the heavens
    [09:50.120]
    [09:54.400]I want to travel where life travels'
    [09:56.740]following its permanent lead
    [09:59.080]Where the air tastes like snow music
    [10:02.180]Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
    [10:05.810]I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture
    [10:11.220]I would bathe in a world of sensation
    [10:14.320]Love' goodness and simplicity
    [10:18.510](While violated and imprisoned by technology)
    [10:25.160]
    [10:26.930]The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
    [10:30.750]I used to experience true love
    [10:33.190]That love remains infintie'
    [10:35.900]as I'll never be the man my father is
    [10:38.930]
    [10:40.700]How can you "just be yourself"
    [10:43.430]when you don't know who you are?
    [10:44.950]Stop saying "I know how you feel"
    [10:47.520]How could anyone know how another feels?
    [10:50.420]
    [10:52.670]Who am I to judge a priest' beggar'
    [10:55.780]whore' politician' wrongdoer?
    [10:59.610]I am' you are' all of them already
    [11:04.650]
    [11:16.620]Dear child' stop working' go play
    [11:21.210]Forget every rule
    [11:22.830]There's no fear in a dream
    [11:26.740]
    [11:28.660]Is there a village inside this snowflake?
    [11:32.540]a child aske me
    [11:35.540]What's the colour of our lullaby?
    [11:40.310]
    [11:41.600]I've never bbeen so close to truth as then
    [11:46.580]I touched its silver lining
    [11:50.570]
    [11:54.350]Death is the winner in any war
    [11:57.930]Nothing noble in dying for your religion
    [12:01.540]For your country
    [12:02.760]For ideology' for faith
    [12:06.090]For another man' yes
    [12:10.860]
    [12:17.430]Paper is dead without words
    [12:19.890]Ink idle without a poem
    [12:22.700]All the world dead without stories
    [12:25.740]Without love and disarming beauty
    [12:30.300]
    [12:32.650]Careless realism costs souls
    [12:36.590]
    [12:38.300]Ever seen the Lord smile?
    [12:39.890]All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
    [12:44.440]Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
    [12:49.060]Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
    [12:52.920]All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
    [12:57.650]
    [13:01.460]I see all those empty cradles and wonder
    [13:06.200]If man will never change
    [13:08.220]
    [13:09.130]I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
    [13:14.250]Is smoke and mirrors
    [13:16.650]Still given everything' may I be deserving
    [13:21.120]
    [13:22.920]And there forever remains the change from G to Em
    [13:30.220]
    [13:32.030]Nightwish - Song Of Myself
    [13:34.030]
    [13:37.600]