LRC歌词
[ilingku:103]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:OrpheusSonnet]
[ar:Patricia Barber]
[al:mythologies]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:01.020]Patricia Barber - Orpheus/Sonnet
[00:17.490]These days I have become a collector
[00:27.320]Tender of the flimsy yellow and still
[00:36.910]Putting one foot in front of the other
[00:47.640]I take the formless to heart and I fill
[00:54.830]Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine
[01:06.360]Utterly beside the point in straw hat
[01:11.630]And fussing with flowers I am consigned
[01:16.880]Neither to here nor there to this and that
[01:24.420]Long since the Furies cried I've been alone
[01:34.130]For gods don't rejoice in the death of two
[03:10.980]Doggedly like Sisyphus and his stone
[03:21.340]I push but second chances are so few
[03:51.440]When I stumble kind eyes avert their gaze
[03:59.130]And we fall each time I look back these days
文本歌词
Patricia Barber - Orpheus/Sonnet
These days I have become a collector
Tender of the flimsy yellow and still
Putting one foot in front of the other
I take the formless to heart and I fill
Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine
Utterly beside the point in straw hat
And fussing with flowers I am consigned
Neither to here nor there to this and that
Long since the Furies cried I've been alone
For gods don't rejoice in the death of two
Doggedly like Sisyphus and his stone
I push but second chances are so few
When I stumble kind eyes avert their gaze
And we fall each time I look back these days
