| Song | China My China (2004 Digital Remaster) |
| Artist | Brian Eno |
| Album | Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Brian Eno |
| [00:00.95] | In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity |
| [00:16.57] | And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities |
| [00:34.23] | On the horizon the curtains are closing |
| [00:44.28] | Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games |
| [00:54.85] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:00.19] | In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names |
| [01:10.90] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:16.27] | Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up |
| [01:25.16] | These poor girls are such fun |
| [01:29.21] | They know what God gave them their fingers for |
| [01:36.69] | To make percussion over solos |
| [02:31.33] | China my China, I've wandered around and you're still here |
| [02:41.90] | Which I guess you should be proud of |
| [02:46.09] | Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years |
| [02:57.82] | But there's something I should tell you |
| [03:03.18] | All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors |
| [03:11.72] | I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay |
| [03:23.86] | There was hardly a raised eyebrow |
| [03:27.96] | The coroner told me 'This kind of thing happens every day' |
| [03:43.89] | You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Brian Eno |
| [00:00.95] | In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity |
| [00:16.57] | And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities |
| [00:34.23] | On the horizon the curtains are closing |
| [00:44.28] | Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games |
| [00:54.85] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:00.19] | In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names |
| [01:10.90] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:16.27] | Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up |
| [01:25.16] | These poor girls are such fun |
| [01:29.21] | They know what God gave them their fingers for |
| [01:36.69] | To make percussion over solos |
| [02:31.33] | China my China, I' ve wandered around and you' re still here |
| [02:41.90] | Which I guess you should be proud of |
| [02:46.09] | Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years |
| [02:57.82] | But there' s something I should tell you |
| [03:03.18] | All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors |
| [03:11.72] | I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay |
| [03:23.86] | There was hardly a raised eyebrow |
| [03:27.96] | The coroner told me ' This kind of thing happens every day' |
| [03:43.89] | You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Brian Eno |
| [00:00.95] | In the haze of the morning, China sits on Eternity |
| [00:16.57] | And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities |
| [00:34.23] | On the horizon the curtains are closing |
| [00:44.28] | Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games |
| [00:54.85] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:00.19] | In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names |
| [01:10.90] | Like it seems they always have done |
| [01:16.27] | Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up |
| [01:25.16] | These poor girls are such fun |
| [01:29.21] | They know what God gave them their fingers for |
| [01:36.69] | To make percussion over solos |
| [02:31.33] | China my China, I' ve wandered around and you' re still here |
| [02:41.90] | Which I guess you should be proud of |
| [02:46.09] | Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years |
| [02:57.82] | But there' s something I should tell you |
| [03:03.18] | All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors |
| [03:11.72] | I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay |
| [03:23.86] | There was hardly a raised eyebrow |
| [03:27.96] | The coroner told me ' This kind of thing happens every day' |
| [03:43.89] | You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy |