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死亡民谣: CURRENT 93
[MP=450,350]http://www.game1313.com/gbbs/uploadfile/2005-1/2005120222347457.wma[/MP]
All the Pretty Little Horses
hush-a bye
don't you cry
go to sleepy little baby
go to sleepy little baby
when you wake
you shall have
all the pretty little horsies
all the pretty little horsies
blacks and bays
dapples and greys
all the pretty little horsies
way down yonder in meadow
lies a poor little lamby
bees and butterflies
fitting round his eyes
poor little thing is crying"mammy"
go to sleep
don't you cry
rest your head upon the clover
rest your head upon the clover
in your dreams
you shall ride
while your mammy's wathing over
blacks and bays
and dapples and greys
all the pretty little horsies
all the pretty little horsies
all the pretty little horsies
轻声说再见
你为什么哭泣
去睡觉吧 小宝贝
去睡觉吧 小宝贝
当你醒来
你会拥有
所有漂亮的小马
所有漂亮的小马
黑色栗色
斑纹灰白
所有漂亮的小马
在牧场远处的小道上
躺着一只可怜的小羊羔
蜜蜂和蝴蝶
在它眼前轻快地飞
可怜的小东西哭喊着“妈咪”
去睡觉吧
不要哭泣
枕在苜蓿上休息
枕在苜蓿上休息
在你的梦里
你会骑着马
当你妈咪守候的时候
黑色栗色
斑纹灰白
所有漂亮的小马
所有漂亮的小马
所有漂亮的小马
A Gothic Love Song
[MP=450,350]http://mp3.xialala.com/rock/Current%2093%20-%20A%20Gothic%20Love%20Song.wma[/MP]
I'm clicking your fingers
for a gothic twilight
that actually existed
just in your head
your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget
and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell
manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale
your eyes tried so hard to glitter
a star-snuffing black so you opened your books
and you opened your legs and so opened your heart
and let in the badness you claimed as your friend
with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard
that had covered your soul their empire increasing
and your country deserted by your self
the bells of st. mary call us to remember
that life is with end
and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy
and there is one judgment only
your letters came daily in french or in german
but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords
and dry ice fogging your mind
i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded
and though i could pray for you i probably shan't
having had my cup filled up with your lies and your
make-up
you were nothing thinking you're something
and nonetheless i still write this gothic love song
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
i still write this gothic love song
a sign to myself and the memory of my past
and a way to shut out your face
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