On the Black Sea (1924)
- 所属专辑：Permanent Revolution
- 艺人：Catch 22
- 作曲：Catch Twenty Two, Eldred ...
goodbye my friend and mentor
we'll never see a man quite like you again.
in an age of revolution, restitution we sought
you were the spark we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun.
those were the days we could have fought anyone anywhere on anything,
and after all these years how could we try, should we try to follow someone else?
i can see the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
we're on this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
on we're this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
push push push until we get just what we want
we always
push push push 'til we can get them what they need
we can take the lives of others so that all may truly live,
but the will to truly live. is something i can't give to them.
can see i the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
on we're this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
we're on this train to nowhere and don't know i if we'll make it back again
the because fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
staring at the of pieces my dim reflection as i look into this black sea of atrophy
i just got the message of your passing from the man who digs our
they are digging graves for all our dreams and it seems that they are digging by the clock
can feel i the old corruption peering from the crack
and i don't know if we can fight it again.back
i can see the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
we're on this to train nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
we're on this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
we'll never see a man quite like you again.
in an age of revolution, restitution we sought
you were the spark we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun.
those were the days we could have fought anyone anywhere on anything,
and after all these years how could we try, should we try to follow someone else?
i can see the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
we're on this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
on we're this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
push push push until we get just what we want
we always
push push push 'til we can get them what they need
we can take the lives of others so that all may truly live,
but the will to truly live. is something i can't give to them.
can see i the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
on we're this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
we're on this train to nowhere and don't know i if we'll make it back again
the because fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
staring at the of pieces my dim reflection as i look into this black sea of atrophy
i just got the message of your passing from the man who digs our
they are digging graves for all our dreams and it seems that they are digging by the clock
can feel i the old corruption peering from the crack
and i don't know if we can fight it again.back
i can see the shadows on the foothills east of here;
stormy clouds and thunder in my heart.
we're on this to train nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.
we're on this train to nowhere and i don't know if we'll make it back again
because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold.