| Song | Another Day Above The Ground |
| Artist | Shriekback |
| Album | Life In The Loading Bay |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Shriekback | |
| 作词 : Shriekback | |
| Another Day Above The Ground | |
| This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay (2010) | |
| Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
| his suspect light and enterprise-- | |
| defines a moral view | |
| in these galleries of Stone | |
| the sad-sack women roam | |
| and one or two he will pursue. | |
| In these cataracts of time | |
| the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
| is funny cos it's true. | |
| his full-spectrum appetites will not infringe | |
| their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
| History in the making | |
| somewhat bruised; completely aching | |
| as it all goes down: | |
| another day above the ground | |
| by the park, the lonely man | |
| we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
| so very far away | |
| Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
| the ragged hordes have come again | |
| a thousand in the bay | |
| the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
| his speech that took your breath away: | |
| it was, I think, sincere. | |
| The fissure where the bone comes through | |
| The reptile house of me and you | |
| the truth of things is clear: | |
| there will be no blessing | |
| and it's all just window dressing | |
| you can ask around | |
| another day above the ground | |
| Conjour up the clowns and me | |
| all crying in the chromakey | |
| in fields of fire and air | |
| all are hostages to time: | |
| the knuckleheads, | |
| the New Sublime | |
| is neither here nor there | |
| the wind that blows the clouds about | |
| the sins they said would find you out | |
| are seldom far away | |
| those lucid dreams | |
| that hang around | |
| they're silent in the morning now | |
| and quieter in the day | |
| burning all the diaries | |
| I'm just helping with enquiries | |
| here at Lost and Found | |
| Another day above the ground |
| zuo qu : Shriekback | |
| zuo ci : Shriekback | |
| Another Day Above The Ground | |
| This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay 2010 | |
| Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
| his suspect light and enterprise | |
| defines a moral view | |
| in these galleries of Stone | |
| the sadsack women roam | |
| and one or two he will pursue. | |
| In these cataracts of time | |
| the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
| is funny cos it' s true. | |
| his fullspectrum appetites will not infringe | |
| their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
| History in the making | |
| somewhat bruised completely aching | |
| as it all goes down: | |
| another day above the ground | |
| by the park, the lonely man | |
| we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
| so very far away | |
| Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
| the ragged hordes have come again | |
| a thousand in the bay | |
| the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
| his speech that took your breath away: | |
| it was, I think, sincere. | |
| The fissure where the bone comes through | |
| The reptile house of me and you | |
| the truth of things is clear: | |
| there will be no blessing | |
| and it' s all just window dressing | |
| you can ask around | |
| another day above the ground | |
| Conjour up the clowns and me | |
| all crying in the chromakey | |
| in fields of fire and air | |
| all are hostages to time: | |
| the knuckleheads, | |
| the New Sublime | |
| is neither here nor there | |
| the wind that blows the clouds about | |
| the sins they said would find you out | |
| are seldom far away | |
| those lucid dreams | |
| that hang around | |
| they' re silent in the morning now | |
| and quieter in the day | |
| burning all the diaries | |
| I' m just helping with enquiries | |
| here at Lost and Found | |
| Another day above the ground |
| zuò qǔ : Shriekback | |
| zuò cí : Shriekback | |
| Another Day Above The Ground | |
| This song is performed by Shriekback and appears on the album Life In The Loading Bay 2010 | |
| Cyrus his panoptic eye | |
| his suspect light and enterprise | |
| defines a moral view | |
| in these galleries of Stone | |
| the sadsack women roam | |
| and one or two he will pursue. | |
| In these cataracts of time | |
| the sheer exhaustion of these crimes | |
| is funny cos it' s true. | |
| his fullspectrum appetites will not infringe | |
| their rights and who cares, frankly, if they do? | |
| History in the making | |
| somewhat bruised completely aching | |
| as it all goes down: | |
| another day above the ground | |
| by the park, the lonely man | |
| we set the scene: the sun, the sand | |
| so very far away | |
| Beneath the pylons in the rain | |
| the ragged hordes have come again | |
| a thousand in the bay | |
| the lovesick swain who seized the day | |
| his speech that took your breath away: | |
| it was, I think, sincere. | |
| The fissure where the bone comes through | |
| The reptile house of me and you | |
| the truth of things is clear: | |
| there will be no blessing | |
| and it' s all just window dressing | |
| you can ask around | |
| another day above the ground | |
| Conjour up the clowns and me | |
| all crying in the chromakey | |
| in fields of fire and air | |
| all are hostages to time: | |
| the knuckleheads, | |
| the New Sublime | |
| is neither here nor there | |
| the wind that blows the clouds about | |
| the sins they said would find you out | |
| are seldom far away | |
| those lucid dreams | |
| that hang around | |
| they' re silent in the morning now | |
| and quieter in the day | |
| burning all the diaries | |
| I' m just helping with enquiries | |
| here at Lost and Found | |
| Another day above the ground |