| Song | Painted Bird - Kid Jensen Show - Recorded 13.5.82. Transmitted 24.5.82. |
| Artist | Siouxsie and the Banshees |
| Album | At The BBC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Steven Severin & John McGeoch & Susan Dallion & Peter Clarke | |
| 作词 : Siouxsie & the Banshees | |
| On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
| Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
| The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
| Painted bird it's absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
| And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
| In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion | |
| Carry on | |
| Painted bird it's absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
| You'll lose you sorrow | |
| When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
| That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
| A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
| Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
| Because we're painted birds by our own design | |
| By our own design there's no more sorrow | |
| Have you heard about the painted bird | |
| Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
| We've lost our sorrow now it's tomorrow | |
| No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
| No more sorrow... | |
| Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |
| zuo qu : Steven Severin John McGeoch Susan Dallion Peter Clarke | |
| zuo ci : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
| On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
| Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
| The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
| Painted bird it' s absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
| And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
| In laughing unison you' re hitchcock carrion | |
| Carry on | |
| Painted bird it' s absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
| You' ll lose you sorrow | |
| When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
| That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
| A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
| Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
| Because we' re painted birds by our own design | |
| By our own design there' s no more sorrow | |
| Have you heard about the painted bird | |
| Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
| We' ve lost our sorrow now it' s tomorrow | |
| No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
| No more sorrow... | |
| Now we' re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |
| zuò qǔ : Steven Severin John McGeoch Susan Dallion Peter Clarke | |
| zuò cí : Siouxsie the Banshees | |
| On lead poisoned wings you try to sing | |
| Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue | |
| The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy | |
| Painted bird it' s absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke | |
| And the whippoorwills they make a din | |
| In laughing unison you' re hitchcock carrion | |
| Carry on | |
| Painted bird it' s absurd | |
| Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve | |
| I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow | |
| You' ll lose you sorrow | |
| When a fated weather will cleanse away | |
| That painted feather and all that sorrow | |
| A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird | |
| Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve | |
| Because we' re painted birds by our own design | |
| By our own design there' s no more sorrow | |
| Have you heard about the painted bird | |
| Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve | |
| We' ve lost our sorrow now it' s tomorrow | |
| No need to hide your feather under a fated weather | |
| No more sorrow... | |
| Now we' re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve |