| Song | Sanities |
| Artist | John Cale |
| Album | Music for a New Society |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cale | |
| She was so afraid | |
| Since her mother, white with time, | |
| Told her | |
| She was a failure. | |
| She was so ashamed | |
| Of everything she said | |
| And everything she did | |
| For her mother, white with time. | |
| Everything around her mother | |
| White with time. | |
| And dirty. | |
| Her mother was greedy with dirt. | |
| Greedy. | |
| Then she heard choirs of angels, | |
| Singing choirs of angels, | |
| Greedy angels, | |
| Spitting glory on her failure. | |
| That stardust of failure, | |
| As if it was medicine | |
| That didn't work, | |
| Anyway. | |
| Anyway | |
| The windows they were closed | |
| And the midwives had locked their doors. | |
| They didn't understand. | |
| And after all what was there to understand? | |
| But the angels, sheer choirs of angels, | |
| In a friendship. | |
| No, more than a friendship, | |
| It was a marriage, a marriage made in the grave. | |
| In shivering night, | |
| The searching of the river continued. | |
| The bullet of searchlight, | |
| That searchlight found her so cockleshell and sure, | |
| Sick and tired of what she saw, | |
| But cockleshell and sure. | |
| Sure of what the world had offered a tired soul. | |
| From Istanbul to Madrid, | |
| From Reykjavik, to Bonn, | |
| To Leipzig, to Leningrad, | |
| To Shanghai, Pnonm Penh, | |
| All so that it would be a stronger world | |
| A strong though loving world to die in. |
| zuo ci : Cale | |
| She was so afraid | |
| Since her mother, white with time, | |
| Told her | |
| She was a failure. | |
| She was so ashamed | |
| Of everything she said | |
| And everything she did | |
| For her mother, white with time. | |
| Everything around her mother | |
| White with time. | |
| And dirty. | |
| Her mother was greedy with dirt. | |
| Greedy. | |
| Then she heard choirs of angels, | |
| Singing choirs of angels, | |
| Greedy angels, | |
| Spitting glory on her failure. | |
| That stardust of failure, | |
| As if it was medicine | |
| That didn' t work, | |
| Anyway. | |
| Anyway | |
| The windows they were closed | |
| And the midwives had locked their doors. | |
| They didn' t understand. | |
| And after all what was there to understand? | |
| But the angels, sheer choirs of angels, | |
| In a friendship. | |
| No, more than a friendship, | |
| It was a marriage, a marriage made in the grave. | |
| In shivering night, | |
| The searching of the river continued. | |
| The bullet of searchlight, | |
| That searchlight found her so cockleshell and sure, | |
| Sick and tired of what she saw, | |
| But cockleshell and sure. | |
| Sure of what the world had offered a tired soul. | |
| From Istanbul to Madrid, | |
| From Reykjavik, to Bonn, | |
| To Leipzig, to Leningrad, | |
| To Shanghai, Pnonm Penh, | |
| All so that it would be a stronger world | |
| A strong though loving world to die in. |
| zuò cí : Cale | |
| She was so afraid | |
| Since her mother, white with time, | |
| Told her | |
| She was a failure. | |
| She was so ashamed | |
| Of everything she said | |
| And everything she did | |
| For her mother, white with time. | |
| Everything around her mother | |
| White with time. | |
| And dirty. | |
| Her mother was greedy with dirt. | |
| Greedy. | |
| Then she heard choirs of angels, | |
| Singing choirs of angels, | |
| Greedy angels, | |
| Spitting glory on her failure. | |
| That stardust of failure, | |
| As if it was medicine | |
| That didn' t work, | |
| Anyway. | |
| Anyway | |
| The windows they were closed | |
| And the midwives had locked their doors. | |
| They didn' t understand. | |
| And after all what was there to understand? | |
| But the angels, sheer choirs of angels, | |
| In a friendship. | |
| No, more than a friendship, | |
| It was a marriage, a marriage made in the grave. | |
| In shivering night, | |
| The searching of the river continued. | |
| The bullet of searchlight, | |
| That searchlight found her so cockleshell and sure, | |
| Sick and tired of what she saw, | |
| But cockleshell and sure. | |
| Sure of what the world had offered a tired soul. | |
| From Istanbul to Madrid, | |
| From Reykjavik, to Bonn, | |
| To Leipzig, to Leningrad, | |
| To Shanghai, Pnonm Penh, | |
| All so that it would be a stronger world | |
| A strong though loving world to die in. |