번역: 블라인드. 미쳤어 소울.
problem with me You took it to the press, like all the rest To the promoters, my manager even my mom, You created a mess If your life is so redundant, so boring so routine, so
magazines ?If I were a painter You'd be green and gold Carved out of matches But broken out of stone ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle Words of unspoken, blinding
and my absent God And I have no faith but it is all I want To be loved and believe in my soul In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And my soul stone cold Ages have past Since I've been told What's right or wrong What to win or loose I've lost my view And I've paid my deuce So know
Stone by the river, got no wind in my sail No revolutions in my soul Hey, revelation's just a moment away Soon I'm gonna be old, soon you're gonna be
Stone by the river Got no wind in my sail No revolutions in my soul Hey revelation's just a moment away Soon I'm gonna be old Soon you're gonna be old
infants and senses Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin! So
Stone love, she kneels before the grave A brave son, who gave his life to see the slogan That hovers between the headstone and her eyes For they penetrate
we run away Didn't we want this after all Climbing so high that we become afraid What if we can't survive the fall for as we dance the orchestra plays blind
'Cause forever is way too long That's why we wish, baby, baby 'Cause it's here today and then it's gone Once a poor poor soul found what looked like a stone
one another Until there was nothing, yeah, nothing but dust? But still you talk soft So desperate and kind So pure and so pointless So helpless and blind
soul in it, niggas who flow with it Soul with it and busy start throwin' kisses At young brothers in show business Paint a picture so vivid you can feel
heads start rolling Instead of stones Oblivions wounds Dumb fuck despair If I can't suck life deeper How could I care Get stoned Get dead Inside my flesh The house of bones Blind
my hurt Your cold, wicked soul boasts a foul scent No, a stench The formidable taste of pure contempt Every dark corner will soon see the light Oh, so
Dona??t let your bones turn to stone Cause youa??re feeling so alone Just keep on walking Dona??t count the miles That youa??ve climbed Make you go blind
's shores? Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we? Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key Is it curtain call on this theatre so
So tired, soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathedral Imagine my surprise to find that They were produce by Brian Eno Past the gates, quite stark
