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  • 作曲 : PJ Harvey
    A carnival, a flesh farewell.
    Hiessens rising from the dead.
    Wyman-Elvis! Calls our gurrel,
    And counts the ash to where he bled:

    At the first a crimson mist,
    At the second sleeplessness.
    At the third a broken tryst,
    At the fourth, lwonesomeness.

    Gawly in the sweethearts leaves.
    Gawly in the soldier's tears.
    As the Riddle river grieves:
    Wyman-Elvis disappears

    Only in a scrid of flesh
    Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern,
    And only by her own gooseflesh
    Knows she somewhen he'll return.
  • 作曲 : PJ Harvey
    A carnival, a flesh farewell.
    Hiessens rising from the dead.
    Wyman-Elvis! Calls our gurrel,
    And counts the ash to where he bled:

    At the first a crimson mist,
    At the second sleeplessness.
    At the third a broken tryst,
    At the fourth, lwonesomeness.

    Gawly in the sweethearts leaves.
    Gawly in the soldier's tears.
    As the Riddle river grieves:
    Wyman-Elvis disappears

    Only in a scrid of flesh
    Hooked upon the hart's-tongue fern,
    And only by her own gooseflesh
    Knows she somewhen he'll return.