Tarkus Part Vi - Battlefield

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标题:Tarkus

艺人:ELP

作词:Emerson, Lake

音轨:

Hammond - Emerson - 击杆风琴 Hammond Organ
Bass - Lake - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
Drums - Palmer - 敲击乐器
Moog - Emerson - 合成主音7（五度） Lead 7 (fifths)
Vocals - Lake - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
Electric Guitar - Lake - 失真音效吉他 Distortion Guitar
Electric Guitar - Lake - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
Drums - Palmer - 敲击乐器
Drums - Palmer - 敲击乐器
Acoustic Guitar - Lake - 钢弦吉他 Acoustic Guitar(steel)
Piano - Emerson - 大钢琴 Acoustic Grand Piano
Moog - Emerson - 合成主音7（五度） Lead 7 (fifths)

注释:

This is actually a reversed guitar solo in the song

标记: Battlefield

歌词

作词: Emerson, Lake

I. The Stones Of Years

Has the dawn ever seen your eyes?
Have the days made you so unwise?
Realize, you are.

Had you talked to the winds of time,
Then you'd know how the waters rhyme,
Taste of wine,

How can you know where you've been?
In time you'll see the sign
And realize your sin.

Will you know how the seed is sown?
All your time has been overgrown,
Never known.

Have you walked on the stones of years?
When you speak, is it you that hears?
Are your ears full?

You can't hear anything at all.

II. Mass

The preacher said a prayer.
Save ev'ry single hair on his head.
He's dead.

The minister of hate had just arrived to be spared.
Who cared?
The weaver in the web that he made!

The pilgrim wandered in,
Commiting ev'ry sin that he could
So good...

The cardinal of grief was set in his belief he'd saved
From the grave
The weaver in the web that he made!

The high priest took a blade
To bless the ones that prayed,
And all obeyed.

The messenger of fear is slowly growing, nearer to the time,
A sign.
The weaver in the web that he made!
A bishops rings a bell,
A cloak of darkness fell across the ground
Without a sound!

The silent choir sing and in their silence,
Bring jaded sound, harmonic ground.
The weaver in the web that he made!

III. The Battlefield

Clear the battlefield and let me see
All the profit from our victory.
You talk of freedom, starving children poor.
Are you deaf when you hear the season's call?
Were you there to watch the earth be scorched?
Did you stand beside the spectral torch?
Know the leaves of sorrow turned their face,
Scattered on the ashes of disgrace.
Ev'ry blade is sharp; the arrows fly
Where the victims of your armies lie,
Where the blades of brass and arrows reign
Then there will be very little sorrow,
Very little pain.

Tarkus Part Vi - Battlefield

小沛 发表于 2015-11-30 12:46:13 |查看: 2004|回复: 0