Song | Aish Tamid - Live Album Version |
Artist | Matisyahu |
Album | Live at Stubb's |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Miller, Werner | |
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains | |
Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
[Chorus:] | |
Aish tamid eternally | |
A fire burns continuously | |
Wondering where you been | |
Won't you come on home to me? | |
Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
Disaster plastered | |
The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
[Chorus] | |
Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
[Chorus] | |
Paint the scene so you could see, the city's picking up speed | |
On a bench 14th street, taxi's streaming yellow streaks | |
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry | |
the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
freeze, the city move's in slow motion like a dream | |
I'm left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
trailblazing through affliction | |
brushing off the branches golden | |
standing strong flames | |
dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |
zuo qu : Miller, Werner | |
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
Where the alter used to be placed interchanged for bloodstains | |
Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
Chorus: | |
Aish tamid eternally | |
A fire burns continuously | |
Wondering where you been | |
Won' t you come on home to me? | |
Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
Disaster plastered | |
The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
Chorus | |
Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
Chorus | |
Paint the scene so you could see, the city' s picking up speed | |
On a bench 14th street, taxi' s streaming yellow streaks | |
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
Let out a sigha melody blew by like an ancient war cry | |
the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
freeze, the city move' s in slow motion like a dream | |
I' m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
trailblazing through affliction | |
brushing off the branches golden | |
standing strong flames | |
dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |
zuò qǔ : Miller, Werner | |
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed | |
Engraved into the space with his sword still raised | |
Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways | |
Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways | |
Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage | |
Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways | |
Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played | |
Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray | |
Where the alter used to be placed interchanged for bloodstains | |
Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze | |
Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed | |
Chorus: | |
Aish tamid eternally | |
A fire burns continuously | |
Wondering where you been | |
Won' t you come on home to me? | |
Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact | |
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked | |
Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact | |
Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact | |
Air intermingling ringing with the singing | |
of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters | |
Catastrophe struck the sound stuck | |
Disaster plastered | |
The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting | |
the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing, | |
in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling, | |
Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing. | |
Chorus | |
Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist | |
Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness | |
Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince | |
Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness | |
Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed | |
Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped | |
Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness | |
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious | |
Chorus | |
Paint the scene so you could see, the city' s picking up speed | |
On a bench 14th street, taxi' s streaming yellow streaks | |
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak | |
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete | |
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires | |
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire | |
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed | |
Let out a sigha melody blew by like an ancient war cry | |
the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye, | |
glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves, | |
freeze, the city move' s in slow motion like a dream | |
I' m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den | |
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun | |
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening | |
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean | |
Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin | |
Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been | |
From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness | |
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion | |
Wind coming in picking up momentum | |
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm | |
A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain | |
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain | |
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem | |
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within | |
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan | |
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction | |
trailblazing through affliction | |
brushing off the branches golden | |
standing strong flames | |
dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing |