Joanna Newsom - Autumn歌詞
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LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
Joanna Newsom - Autumn
Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone.
Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
Autumn has come to my hometown
Friendly voices, dead and gone,
singing, Star of the country down...
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)
-when, out of the massing
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who froze
and died against my breast!
And all the while, rain,
like a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
down on the gossiping lawn,
saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving keeps you young.
I have got no control
over my heart, over my mind.
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
I'll winter here, wait for a sign.
To cast myself out, over the water,
riven like a wishbone.
You'd hardly guess
I was my own mother's daughter;
I ain't naturally given to roam.
I lay low, when I return,
and I move like a gurney
whose wheels are squeaking,
alone, here in my home,
and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking
among the tall pines,
along the lay-lines.
Here, where the loon keens.
There, where the moon leans.
There, where I know my violent love lays down,
in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Here, in a row of s
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
Joanna Newsom - Autumn
Driven through by her own sword
Summer died last night, alone.
Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth.
Autumn has come to my hometown
Friendly voices, dead and gone,
singing, Star of the country down...
(even the ghosts help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)
-when, out of the massing
that bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who froze
and died against my breast!
And all the while, rain,
like a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
down on the gossiping lawn,
saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk".
I may have changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't account for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving keeps you young.
I have got no control
over my heart, over my mind.
Over the hills, the rainclouds roll.
I'll winter here, wait for a sign.
To cast myself out, over the water,
riven like a wishbone.
You'd hardly guess
I was my own mother's daughter;
I ain't naturally given to roam.
I lay low, when I return,
and I move like a gurney
whose wheels are squeaking,
alone, here in my home,
and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking
among the tall pines,
along the lay-lines.
Here, where the loon keens.
There, where the moon leans.
There, where I know my violent love lays down,
in a row of silent, dove-gray days.
Here, in a row of s
AutumnLRC歌詞
下載《AutumnLRC歌詞》[ti:Autumn] [ar:Joanna Newsom] [al:Have One On Me] [by:李澤昊] [00:-4.00]Joanna Newsom - Autumn [00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang [00:-2.00]@ m.jushandian.cn @ [07:38.54][03:53.32][03:12.08][02:29.97][01:58.20][01:24.40][00:40.97][00:-1.00] [00:00.63]Driven through by her own sword [00:11.35]Summer died last night, alone. [00:20.68]Even the ghosts huddle up for warmth. [00:33.14]Autumn has come to my hometown [00:43.55]Friendly voices, dead and gone, [00:54.58]singing, Star of the country down... [01:03.61](even the ghosts help raise the barn, [01:15.50]here, now, in my hometown) [01:31.89]-when, out of the massing [01:34.73]that bodes and bides, in the cold west, [01:47.71]flew a waxwing, who froze [01:51.76]and died against my breast! [02:02.43]And all the while, rain, [02:05.78]like a weed in the tide, [02:09.97]swans and lists, [02:17.10]down on the gossiping lawn, [02:25.68]saying, "tsk, tsk, tsk". [02:31.03]I may have changed. It's hard to gauge. [02:41.20]Time won't account for how I've aged. [02:51.25]Would I could tie your lying tongue, [03:01.58]who says that leaving keeps you young. [03:12.74]I have got no control [03:23.28]over my heart, over my mind. [03:33.11]Over the hills, the rainclouds roll. [03:43.06]I'll winter here, wait for a sign. [03:57.63]To cast myself out, over the water, [04:04.56]riven like a wishbone. [04:09.45]You'd hardly guess [04:13.43]I was my own mother's daughter; [04:19.59]I ain't naturally given to roam. [04:25.39]I lay low, when I return, [04:33.00]and I move like a gurney [04:37.75]whose wheels are squeaking, [04:42.79]alone, here in my home, [04:47.50]and I laugh, when you speak of my pleasure-seeking [04:58.50]among the tall pines, [05:07.69]along the lay-lines. [05:18.53]Here, where the loon keens. [05:28.33]There, where the moon leans. [05:38.52]There, where I know my violent love lays down, [05:49.50]in a row of silent, dove-gray days. [05:58.53]Here, in a row of s