The Real Work

[00:00.000]	作曲 : Anthony Dekker
[00:25.10]	It passes my eyes and stuns my senses
[00:30.67]	The outside world flows through these fences
[00:35.73]	They let out more than they take in
[00:40.61]	They bleed me out and I can't staunch them
[00:46.53]	My mouth lets out more than it takes in
[00:51.47]	It leads me out and I can't help it
[00:57.50]	It is nothing but a muscle flexed
[01:01.92]	A swirling sea of now and next
[01:07.27]
[01:29.60]	And the world was upside down, inside out
[01:33.13]	This whole time
[01:35.19]	Going the wrong way north was inverted
[01:40.71]	The directions, the plan, got me turned around
[01:45.58]	I was on the right path, but couldn't feel the ground
[01:53.25]
[02:20.54]	And so started the test, retracing all the steps
[02:26.25]	When was the first strike, which dances were learned
[02:30.91]	In an ever-changing suit retailored with patches
[02:36.59]	Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches
[02:41.87]	Un-being, un-happening, becoming untangled
[02:47.40]	Dulling the edges and scaling transitions
[02:52.91]	Faith is a pattern composed by the wind
[02:57.72]	All movement, one movement, it reaches everything
[03:03.41]
[03:14.76]	And the real work is to be it it, believe it
[03:19.42]	With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide
[03:25.81]	Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow
[03:31.01]	By embracing it all, and then letting it all go
[03:36.59]	The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning
[03:41.59]	And shows no result, no losing, no winning

[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : Anthony Dekker
[00:25.10]	It passes my eyes and stuns my senses
[00:30.67]	The outside world flows through these fences
[00:35.73]	They let out more than they take in
[00:40.61]	They bleed me out and I can' t staunch them
[00:46.53]	My mouth lets out more than it takes in
[00:51.47]	It leads me out and I can' t help it
[00:57.50]	It is nothing but a muscle flexed
[01:01.92]	A swirling sea of now and next
[01:07.27]
[01:29.60]	And the world was upside down, inside out
[01:33.13]	This whole time
[01:35.19]	Going the wrong way north was inverted
[01:40.71]	The directions, the plan, got me turned around
[01:45.58]	I was on the right path, but couldn' t feel the ground
[01:53.25]
[02:20.54]	And so started the test, retracing all the steps
[02:26.25]	When was the first strike, which dances were learned
[02:30.91]	In an everchanging suit retailored with patches
[02:36.59]	Or a life blind and careless, popping stitches
[02:41.87]	Unbeing, unhappening, becoming untangled
[02:47.40]	Dulling the edges and scaling transitions
[02:52.91]	Faith is a pattern composed by the wind
[02:57.72]	All movement, one movement, it reaches everything
[03:03.41]
[03:14.76]	And the real work is to be it it, believe it
[03:19.42]	With each new set of eyes and the visions they provide
[03:25.81]	Be the taste, the warmth, the measure and the glow
[03:31.01]	By embracing it all, and then letting it all go
[03:36.59]	The real work is never done, and has no clear beginning
[03:41.59]	And shows no result, no losing, no winning