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  • 作曲 : Kevin L Barnes
    The language of the frost lobs dead balloons
    Over ruins today
    In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs
    To spires with fiery plumes

    And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning
    In Styx that gives impotents kicks
    Boredom murders the heart of our age
    While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

    Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
    Who crippled birch mares now briars replace
    Their old cotton limbs
    Who will tell I mean would it make a difference
    Look metal flower-petal tears

    Do not even appear in the myopic mirror
    Boredom murders the heart of our age
    While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

    The moon was sagging in the sky

    As I held her face to mine

    All our thoughts were coming
    In so clear beyond the myopic mirror

    We were darting from the place

    Where we just couldn't fit

    Far away from all the violence
    Safely flying in our own orbit

    Why do I always have to tell you
    -- forget about the prescient signs

    Forget about the life we knew

    May we never be stripped of anything we love
    May we grow so gentle never go mental

    May we never go go mental may we always stay
    Stay gentle

    May we never go go mental may we always stay
    Stay gentle

    May we never go go mental may we always stay
    stay gentle
    May we never go go mental may we always stay
    Stay gentle
    Gentle
    Gentle
    Boredom murders the heart of our age
    While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

    What was my number What was my number I don't care
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : Kevin L Barnes
    [00:30.20]The language of the frost lobs dead balloons
    [00:33.15]Over ruins today
    [00:36.57]In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs
    [00:40.07]To spires with fiery plumes
    [00:42.84]
    [00:45.58]And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning
    [00:48.21]In Styx that gives impotents kicks
    [00:52.85]Boredom murders the heart of our age
    [00:55.79]While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    [01:00.20]Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
    [01:03.50]
    [01:07.50]Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
    [01:14.12]Who crippled birch mares now briars replace
    [01:17.13]Their old cotton limbs
    [01:19.31]Who will tell I mean would it make a difference
    [01:24.32]Look metal flower-petal tears
    [01:27.00]
    [01:27.79]Do not even appear in the myopic mirror
    [01:33.53]Boredom murders the heart of our age
    [01:36.80]While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    [01:41.04]Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
    [01:44.41]
    [01:59.50]The moon was sagging in the sky
    [02:02.11]
    [02:03.02]As I held her face to mine
    [02:05.05]
    [02:06.68]All our thoughts were coming
    [02:07.83]In so clear beyond the myopic mirror
    [02:13.23]
    [02:14.02]We were darting from the place
    [02:16.39]
    [02:18.01]Where we just couldn't fit
    [02:19.61]
    [02:21.45]Far away from all the violence
    [02:24.60]Safely flying in our own orbit
    [02:28.60]
    [02:36.13]Why do I always have to tell you
    [02:40.31]-- forget about the prescient signs
    [02:43.22]
    [02:44.21]Forget about the life we knew
    [02:46.56]
    [02:47.54]May we never be stripped of anything we love
    [02:51.19]May we grow so gentle never go mental
    [02:55.08]
    [03:08.39]May we never go go mental may we always stay
    [03:13.32]Stay gentle
    [03:14.96]
    [03:15.68]May we never go go mental may we always stay
    [03:20.89]Stay gentle
    [03:22.45]
    [03:23.05]May we never go go mental may we always stay
    [03:28.16] stay gentle
    [03:30.51]May we never go go mental may we always stay
    [03:35.26]Stay gentle
    [03:40.79]Gentle
    [03:44.09]Gentle
    [03:48.50]Boredom murders the heart of our age
    [03:51.65]While sanguinary creeps take the stage
    [03:55.88]Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
    [03:59.43]
    [04:01.72]What was my number What was my number I don't care