Stations Of The Cross
作词 : Costello
作曲 : Costello
The tempest blows up from a squall
Past the cape of bad conscience
Into the gulf of the cauldron
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern
Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small
Outside the wind is punching
There's no one to hear it
No one hears the bell ring
Except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to brawl
He's buying his way into heaven I suppose
He weeps at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
He turns the dial slowly
Through the stations to the cross
Crowd done up dandy
In diamonds and finery
Baying and howling
All blood lusty calling
Fists like pistons
Faces like meat spoiling
Haul boys haul bully boys haul
Later that evening
Molly and her gunman
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge
Saying bring him in long as a constable's truncheon
The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come
Then blows them all to the hereafter
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view
Who tightened the tourniquet turning her blue
They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They'll turn the dial slowly
Through the stations to the cross
The gale of hale laughter
Scales up the ivory
The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor
Die away breathless
Diminishing behind her
Haul boys haul bully boys haul
The water came up to the eaves
You'd think someone had opened a valve
It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary
They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
Turning the dial slowly
Through the stations to the cross
Through the stations to the cross
Through the stations to the cross
Stations Of The CrossLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Costello
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Costello
[00:24.10]The tempest blows up from a squall
[00:27.01]
[00:28.03]Past the cape of bad conscience
[00:30.20]
[00:30.70]Into the gulf of the cauldron
[00:33.58]Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten
[00:38.40]
[00:39.33]Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern
[00:44.39]
[00:46.92]Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small
[00:50.51]
[00:52.56]Outside the wind is punching
[00:55.74]
[00:56.86]There's no one to hear it
[00:58.94]
[00:59.63]No one hears the bell ring
[01:01.76]
[01:02.34]Except the one who comes to fear it
[01:04.65]
[01:05.17]And they continue to brawl
[01:07.01]
[01:09.63]He's buying his way into heaven I suppose
[01:13.65]
[01:15.11]He weeps at the blows
[01:19.91]
[01:20.86]But down in a location that we cannot disclose
[01:25.29]
[01:26.51]He turns the dial slowly
[01:29.61]
[01:32.13]Through the stations to the cross
[01:34.88]
[01:38.29]Crowd done up dandy
[01:39.67]
[01:40.85]In diamonds and finery
[01:42.52]
[01:43.96]Baying and howling
[01:45.36]
[01:46.50]All blood lusty calling
[01:48.25]
[01:49.69]Fists like pistons
[01:51.19]
[01:52.50]Faces like meat spoiling
[01:53.95]
[01:55.35]Haul boys haul bully boys haul
[01:59.65]
[02:05.41]Later that evening
[02:07.73]Molly and her gunman
[02:09.27]
[02:10.81]Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon
[02:13.82]
[02:15.34]Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge
[02:19.64]
[02:20.85]Saying bring him in long as a constable's truncheon
[02:25.94]
[02:28.35]The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come
[02:31.59]
[02:33.68]Then blows them all to the hereafter
[02:36.54]
[02:37.96]Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view
[02:43.65]
[02:44.57]Who tightened the tourniquet turning her blue
[02:48.12]
[02:50.75]They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
[02:55.16]
[02:56.51]Before the gates are closed
[03:00.90]
[03:02.55]But down in a location that we cannot disclose
[03:06.55]
[03:08.08]They'll turn the dial slowly
[03:11.05]
[03:13.62]Through the stations to the cross
[03:16.43]
[03:19.52]The gale of hale laughter
[03:21.19]
[03:22.52]Scales up the ivory
[03:24.11]
[03:25.33]The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor
[03:29.95]
[03:31.11]Die away breathless
[03:32.62]
[03:33.56]Diminishing behind her
[03:35.35]
[03:36.81]Haul boys haul bully boys haul
[03:41.16]
[03:46.82]The water came up to the eaves
[03:49.96]
[03:51.52]You'd think someone had opened a valve
[03:55.36]
[03:56.56]It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave
[04:01.22]
[04:02.31]So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary
[04:07.20]
[04:09.43]They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
[04:13.56]
[04:15.12]Before the gates are closed
[04:19.77]
[04:21.04]But down in a location that we cannot disclose
[04:25.14]
[04:26.78]Turning the dial slowly
[04:29.80]
[04:32.17]Through the stations to the cross
[04:34.97]
[04:37.88]Through the stations to the cross
[04:40.83]
[04:43.66]Through the stations to the cross
[04:46.63]
