LRC歌词
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[ti:Meliora Sequamur]
[ar:Ian Anderson]
[al:Homo Erraticus]
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[00:00.000]Meliora Sequamur - Ian Anderson
[00:15.981]Mortarboard gown hood and lace come
[00:18.867]Guide me in learning in ascension
[00:24.163]Where minds may meet and twitters
[00:27.309]Tweet in modern Latin in declension
[00:32.666]O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
[00:40.883]With one tongue forever young
[00:44.795]Let us follow better things
[00:49.741]In saintly word and perfect grammar
[00:53.748]To Academia's lofty space
[00:58.264]The trivium quadrivium all baser
[01:03.464]Thoughts now to efface
[01:06.688]O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
[01:14.920]With one tongue forever young
[01:18.876]Let us follow better things
[01:23.888]Cruel Bunter bashing cane a thrashing
[01:27.894]Lines detention soon forgot
[01:32.411]O dark ploy This grammar school boy
[01:36.028]Has paid the price and bought the lot
[01:40.983]In the quiet hours of life's twilight
[01:44.747]Old school ties and photographs
[01:48.700]I call to mind the sore behind the
[01:52.825]Tears the last and longest laughs
[02:27.203]Empty desks and inkwells darkened
[02:30.511]Chapels cobweb corridors silent now
[02:35.983]Ghostly purple robes and dusty trencher
[02:39.857]What could be holier than thou
[02:44.103]O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
[02:52.394]With one tongue forever young
[02:56.249]Let us follow better things
[03:00.488]Meliora sequamur may we follow better things
文本歌词
Meliora Sequamur - Ian Anderson
Mortarboard gown hood and lace come
Guide me in learning in ascension
Where minds may meet and twitters
Tweet in modern Latin in declension
O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue forever young
Let us follow better things
In saintly word and perfect grammar
To Academia's lofty space
The trivium quadrivium all baser
Thoughts now to efface
O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue forever young
Let us follow better things
Cruel Bunter bashing cane a thrashing
Lines detention soon forgot
O dark ploy This grammar school boy
Has paid the price and bought the lot
In the quiet hours of life's twilight
Old school ties and photographs
I call to mind the sore behind the
Tears the last and longest laughs
Empty desks and inkwells darkened
Chapels cobweb corridors silent now
Ghostly purple robes and dusty trencher
What could be holier than thou
O Domine O Magister we aspiring angels sing
With one tongue forever young
Let us follow better things
Meliora sequamur may we follow better things