Macbeth's Head Lyrics
| Song | Macbeth's Head |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Farewell to the Shade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| How beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow | |
| Butterflying in through the open window | |
| Sand-dune drifting towards his feet | |
| Blanketing his room | |
| Covering his heirlooms | |
| And scattered things, all smashed up and sad | |
| He felt so glad that they were gone | |
| But still there beneath the snow | |
| With Macbeth's clay-red arm around his neck | |
| He said 'remember, don't forget | |
| Where you are... you are with me' | |
| His clay-red arm like the muddy river | |
| That rambles through the reeking town | |
| Reaching for the sea | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Full of clover and the town below | |
| Unaware of the time and the silent snow | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Full of barking dogs | |
| The churls in rags, their cloaks | |
| The heads of stags clashing antlers | |
| Their cloaks billowing down | |
| The silvery hills of sleep | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Blows a silver horn of dented stars | |
| Across the misty heath | |
| But, 'come back' he couldn't say | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| In the emerald eyes of dark women | |
| Barefoot on the wharf | |
| The north winds sing-song singing | |
| Through the gorse | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Down in the streets below | |
| Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow | |
| His purple tongue locked inside his mouth | |
| Shouting drunken at the clouds | |
| And a voice echoes through the landslide town | |
| Beneath the braclet bridge | |
| Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck | |
| 'Don't forget, don't forget' | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Full of the smell of stone | |
| Macbeth's head | |
| Falls from the satin sky | |
| His closed eyes | |
| His eyelids open | |
| Macbeth's arm tenses round his neck | |
| '...don't forget | |
| Don't forget' | |
| And how beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| How beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow | |
| Butterflying in through the open window | |
| Sanddune drifting towards his feet | |
| Blanketing his room | |
| Covering his heirlooms | |
| And scattered things, all smashed up and sad | |
| He felt so glad that they were gone | |
| But still there beneath the snow | |
| With Macbeth' s clayred arm around his neck | |
| He said ' remember, don' t forget | |
| Where you are... you are with me' | |
| His clayred arm like the muddy river | |
| That rambles through the reeking town | |
| Reaching for the sea | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of clover and the town below | |
| Unaware of the time and the silent snow | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of barking dogs | |
| The churls in rags, their cloaks | |
| The heads of stags clashing antlers | |
| Their cloaks billowing down | |
| The silvery hills of sleep | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Blows a silver horn of dented stars | |
| Across the misty heath | |
| But, ' come back' he couldn' t say | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| In the emerald eyes of dark women | |
| Barefoot on the wharf | |
| The north winds singsong singing | |
| Through the gorse | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Down in the streets below | |
| Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow | |
| His purple tongue locked inside his mouth | |
| Shouting drunken at the clouds | |
| And a voice echoes through the landslide town | |
| Beneath the braclet bridge | |
| Macbeth' s arm tenses round his neck | |
| ' Don' t forget, don' t forget' | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of the smell of stone | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Falls from the satin sky | |
| His closed eyes | |
| His eyelids open | |
| Macbeth' s arm tenses round his neck | |
| '... don' t forget | |
| Don' t forget' | |
| And how beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| How beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow | |
| Butterflying in through the open window | |
| Sanddune drifting towards his feet | |
| Blanketing his room | |
| Covering his heirlooms | |
| And scattered things, all smashed up and sad | |
| He felt so glad that they were gone | |
| But still there beneath the snow | |
| With Macbeth' s clayred arm around his neck | |
| He said ' remember, don' t forget | |
| Where you are... you are with me' | |
| His clayred arm like the muddy river | |
| That rambles through the reeking town | |
| Reaching for the sea | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of clover and the town below | |
| Unaware of the time and the silent snow | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of barking dogs | |
| The churls in rags, their cloaks | |
| The heads of stags clashing antlers | |
| Their cloaks billowing down | |
| The silvery hills of sleep | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Blows a silver horn of dented stars | |
| Across the misty heath | |
| But, ' come back' he couldn' t say | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| In the emerald eyes of dark women | |
| Barefoot on the wharf | |
| The north winds singsong singing | |
| Through the gorse | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Down in the streets below | |
| Blissfully unaware of the virgin snow | |
| His purple tongue locked inside his mouth | |
| Shouting drunken at the clouds | |
| And a voice echoes through the landslide town | |
| Beneath the braclet bridge | |
| Macbeth' s arm tenses round his neck | |
| ' Don' t forget, don' t forget' | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Full of the smell of stone | |
| Macbeth' s head | |
| Falls from the satin sky | |
| His closed eyes | |
| His eyelids open | |
| Macbeth' s arm tenses round his neck | |
| '... don' t forget | |
| Don' t forget' | |
| And how beautiful and unexpected it was | |
| To wake and see the snow |
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