If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast You can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast Beastie, beastie, beastie, beastie
one of my own. Beastie! There's a beast upon my shoulder, (Beastie!) and a fiend upon my back. (Beastie!) Feel his burning breath a heaving, (Beastie
译文: 杰思罗蒂尤尔. 野兽.
got one of my own. Beastie! There's a beast upon my shoulder, (Beastie!) and a fiend upon my back. (Beastie!) Feel his burning breath a heaving, (Beastie
I see a dark sail on the horizon Set under a black cloud that hides the sun Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold
Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"
Fallen on hard times, but it feels good to know That milk and honey's just around the bend Running on bad lines we'd better run as we go Tear up, tear
Shout if you will, but that just won't do I, for one, would rather follow softer options I'll take the easy line, another sip of wine And if I ignore
In the half tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on her pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the pussy willow
Take you away for my magic ship I have two hundred diesel horses thundering loud Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire As the summer lightning
Would you join a slow marching band And take pleasure in your leaving As the ferry sails and tears are dried And cows come home at evening? Would you
I sit by the cutting on the beacons field line He's watching me, watching the trains go by Ooh, and they move so fast boy, they really fly He's still
We travelers on the endless wastes in single orbits gliding Cold-eyed march towards the dawn, behind hard weather hoods a-hiding Meeting as the tall ships
: we travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding. Meeting as the
: Would you join a slow marching band? And take pleasure in your leaving as the ferry sails and tears are dried and cows come home at evening. Could
: I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of
