번역: 이상. 빛나는.
Who cares for the life we've earned? Someone sold all the truth you yearned Remember when you used to shine And had no fear or sense of time When it creeps
Tow the line Tow the line Wake up, your time is nearly over No more the supernova No action guaranteed Wake up you've had an operation Ideals above
to and fro Sad would be your day" My life is mine and the light did shine Till the guns they did go through me So now I shall never fall Ideals of peace
And into midnight's tapestry she fades, ragged and wild Searching down her ancestry in the costume of a Persian child So Gulf winds bring me flying fish, that shine
The bodies of the naked on the low damp ground In the violet hour to the violent sound And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine And the voices
I found a new religion yesterday, I'd just cleared immigration JFK a priest got in a cadillac, the shoe shine boy sang gospel as God and his accountants
me insane So, take me where the sun won't shine on me Take me where my conscience won't go Take me where the sun won't shine on me Don't tell me I'm
Tell me lady, shining sun To feel the warmth that's comes undone Do you sleep in sympathy And if its true walk with me All of the while you were here
conscious ideal Dissolves into submission Push the will of no recognition Your face it cracks You, you ??? on ???? The fossil shines Shines right through
[Intro] We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again but we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it. [Chorus: Planetary
't stop for nothing Hey man, what ya thinking? What I see is me, don't you see me shining? Why do you want to make the world yours? No way today So ideal
sun to shine Dig this grave, don't make no waves Fairy tales, stagnant pool You call this living, well, I call you fool This ideal vision propped up
all in the name of good taste In the summer of '59 Dandelions shine up through the pavement Fluorescent socks and fishnet stockings Dirty combs from ideal
the train to make my way home I look at the people as they sit there alone Life is good and the sun is shining Everybody flirts to their ideal place
become corporations, Social egos and media moulds, Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures; Must we all down aspirins and shine beneath borrowed
so long ago, and who now cares or knows why Bobby Sands chose his lonely death? But to the one who wrote that sign, it seems that Bobby's light still shines
for our children? But whatever choice I make I will not foresake So you bought it all, the best your money could buy And I watched you sell your soul for their bright shining