| Song | The Sky Beneath the Feet |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Wayward Sons of Mother Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| O come ye young of | |
| Hamelin, you who know my tune so well, | |
| Where it beckons so you follow, be it | |
| Heaven, be it | |
| Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as | |
| I pipe you down the street, | |
| With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my, | |
| Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet. | |
| Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection, | |
| Awaiting a chance curtain call, | |
| And here from the wings | |
| I have watched them and wondered | |
| If God does exist after all. | |
| On life's | |
| Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free, | |
| From the top you can only go down, | |
| No one but yourself is to blame if you presume | |
| To walk upon water then drown. | |
| Now your bridges are burned - it is time that you learned | |
| There is no turning back. | |
| All your airs and graces should vacate their places | |
| For the qualities you lack. | |
| Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said, | |
| Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. (Angels fear to) | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star, | |
| Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far. | |
| When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong, | |
| Are at last as one united - a communion of steel, the sword of song. | |
| We gathered together as sister and brother | |
| To dance when the world was abed, | |
| Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning | |
| These lambs to the slaughter were led. | |
| Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate | |
| Those who have stuck to their guns, | |
| While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate | |
| Orbiting mirror-ball suns. | |
| I will not play a part in this infantile farce, | |
| Your offer | |
| I decline. | |
| Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions | |
| Was just a waste of time. | |
| Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free, | |
| Why should | |
| I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee? | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| The goose that lays the golden egg - | |
| I'll sacrifice and bury it, | |
| If you don't believe me watch me as upon its grave | |
| I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but self-respect is beyond price, | |
| Hell's the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise. | |
| Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes ' | |
| Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed - it has only fed me lies. | |
| The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs, | |
| Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg. |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| O come ye young of | |
| Hamelin, you who know my tune so well, | |
| Where it beckons so you follow, be it | |
| Heaven, be it | |
| Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as | |
| I pipe you down the street, | |
| With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my, | |
| Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet. | |
| Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection, | |
| Awaiting a chance curtain call, | |
| And here from the wings | |
| I have watched them and wondered | |
| If God does exist after all. | |
| On life' s | |
| Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free, | |
| From the top you can only go down, | |
| No one but yourself is to blame if you presume | |
| To walk upon water then drown. | |
| Now your bridges are burned it is time that you learned | |
| There is no turning back. | |
| All your airs and graces should vacate their places | |
| For the qualities you lack. | |
| Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said, | |
| Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. Angels fear to | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star, | |
| Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far. | |
| When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong, | |
| Are at last as one united a communion of steel, the sword of song. | |
| We gathered together as sister and brother | |
| To dance when the world was abed, | |
| Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning | |
| These lambs to the slaughter were led. | |
| Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate | |
| Those who have stuck to their guns, | |
| While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate | |
| Orbiting mirrorball suns. | |
| I will not play a part in this infantile farce, | |
| Your offer | |
| I decline. | |
| Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions | |
| Was just a waste of time. | |
| Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free, | |
| Why should | |
| I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee? | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| The goose that lays the golden egg | |
| I' ll sacrifice and bury it, | |
| If you don' t believe me watch me as upon its grave | |
| I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but selfrespect is beyond price, | |
| Hell' s the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise. | |
| Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes ' | |
| Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed it has only fed me lies. | |
| The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs, | |
| Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| O come ye young of | |
| Hamelin, you who know my tune so well, | |
| Where it beckons so you follow, be it | |
| Heaven, be it | |
| Hell. Forget your mothers grieving as | |
| I pipe you down the street, | |
| With a shilling in my pocket and the sky beneath my, | |
| Sky beneath my, sky beneath my feet. | |
| Chameleons bask in the arc light reflection, | |
| Awaiting a chance curtain call, | |
| And here from the wings | |
| I have watched them and wondered | |
| If God does exist after all. | |
| On life' s | |
| Ferris wheel all the dreamers ride free, | |
| From the top you can only go down, | |
| No one but yourself is to blame if you presume | |
| To walk upon water then drown. | |
| Now your bridges are burned it is time that you learned | |
| There is no turning back. | |
| All your airs and graces should vacate their places | |
| For the qualities you lack. | |
| Though empty vessels made most sound not one wise word was said, | |
| Vainglory hunters seek their prey where angels fear to tread. Angels fear to | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| To make their dreams a lantern that outshines the brightest star, | |
| Turn whispers into battlecries the winds shall carry far. | |
| When hearts shielded by conviction, keeping beats so pure and strong, | |
| Are at last as one united a communion of steel, the sword of song. | |
| We gathered together as sister and brother | |
| To dance when the world was abed, | |
| Until the next dawn in the grey light of morning | |
| These lambs to the slaughter were led. | |
| Out of the shadows these vagabonds congregate | |
| Those who have stuck to their guns, | |
| While tinseltown satellites frantically circulate | |
| Orbiting mirrorball suns. | |
| I will not play a part in this infantile farce, | |
| Your offer | |
| I decline. | |
| Building walls of pretension to conceal your intentions | |
| Was just a waste of time. | |
| Though in your life of make believe the best things came for free, | |
| Why should | |
| I trust my plans to the capable hands of a shallow fool like thee? | |
| Follow me, follow and | |
| I will lead, | |
| With truth that hurts like stick and stone, | |
| When rats their scuttled ships departed, | |
| Birds of a feather sought their own. | |
| The goose that lays the golden egg | |
| I' ll sacrifice and bury it, | |
| If you don' t believe me watch me as upon its grave | |
| I spit. Worldly treasures have no worth but selfrespect is beyond price, | |
| Hell' s the best alternative when faced with your fools' paradise. | |
| Some say I bite the hand that feeds, but to these disillusioned eyes ' | |
| Tis sweet revenge to watch it bleed it has only fed me lies. | |
| The dead horse you were flogging could not rise and stand upon its legs, | |
| Behold the leper minstrel has been cured and nevermore shall beg. |