| Song | Now Was |
| Artist | Wire |
| Album | Red Barked Tree |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berlin | |
| You're the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
| The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
| A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
| The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
| Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
| The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
| Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
| A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
| Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
| The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
| Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
| You sit on your hands, 'til the trouble has passed | |
| Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
| Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
| Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
| They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
| A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
| So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |
| zuo ci : Berlin | |
| You' re the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
| The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
| A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
| The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
| Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
| The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
| Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
| A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
| Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
| The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
| Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
| You sit on your hands, ' til the trouble has passed | |
| Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
| Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
| Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
| They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
| A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
| So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |
| zuò cí : Berlin | |
| You' re the wizard of was, becalmed in because | |
| The nawab of no, with no place to go | |
| A grandmaster crashed, whose future has past | |
| The wazir of fear, now: Seer of the year | |
| Used up and broken, fucked up, bespoken | |
| The wear and the tear are easy to behold | |
| Where once was a diamond, now hides a sly man | |
| A corpse of corruption, in rancid decay | |
| Archduke of rebuke, the pharaoh of fluke | |
| The Lear of sneer, once pick of his peers | |
| Charming and hazy, the Llama of lazy | |
| You sit on your hands, ' til the trouble has passed | |
| Eyes that impressed, now idly, undress | |
| Trust once shared, is beyond repair | |
| Pledges sound hollow, which promised tomorrows | |
| They float to the floor, forming lakes of dead skin | |
| A new broom is coming, I hear it close, humming | |
| So near and so loud, drowning out my last words |