作词 : Orenda Fink 作曲 : Orenda Fink Something's happened, now you're far away You had to leave, no time to explain I called Brother said, "Mother's gone The Red Bird came and took her off" I asked, "Will she be in heaven above? All over my shoulder like a carrier dove?" He said, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Only love, only hate." I went to a preacher to seek the truth The wisest man that I knew The preacher had fallen, his colar torn He slept with a bottle, his face unshorn He looked at me with bloodshot eyes A beaten man can tell no lies He said, "Prophets, pimps, angels, whores, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Money grows to fill the preacher's bank He saves your soul for himself to take." I travelled the world to understand The words he spoke were no man's I came to an island of beauty and pain Shimmering souls, untamed And now the children, talking bright Sing to me in the night They sing, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Invisible ones guard the gate. Invisible ones guard the gate."
作词 : Orenda Fink 作曲 : Orenda Fink Something's happened, now you're far away You had to leave, no time to explain I called Brother said, "Mother's gone The Red Bird came and took her off" I asked, "Will she be in heaven above? All over my shoulder like a carrier dove?" He said, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Only love, only hate." I went to a preacher to seek the truth The wisest man that I knew The preacher had fallen, his colar torn He slept with a bottle, his face unshorn He looked at me with bloodshot eyes A beaten man can tell no lies He said, "Prophets, pimps, angels, whores, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Money grows to fill the preacher's bank He saves your soul for himself to take." I travelled the world to understand The words he spoke were no man's I came to an island of beauty and pain Shimmering souls, untamed And now the children, talking bright Sing to me in the night They sing, "One, two, three, four, There ain't no devil, there ain't no Lord. Five, six, seven, eight, Invisible ones guard the gate. Invisible ones guard the gate."
