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Peter Murphy - The Line Between The Devil's Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) HD
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出演艺人
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
声乐
Paul Statham
Paul Statham
键盘
Simon Rogers
Simon Rogers
音乐家
Eddie Branch
Eddie Branch
低音吉他
Peter Bonas
Peter Bonas
吉他
Terl Bryant
Terl Bryant
作曲和作词
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
词曲作者
Paul Statham
Paul Statham
作曲
制作和工程
Peter Murphy
Peter Murphy
混音工程师
Ian Grimble
Ian Grimble
工程师
Simon Rogers
Simon Rogers
制作人

歌词

[Verse 1]
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer-thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 2]
Push me in and take me toward
The subject in the subject taught
A war without, a war within
Join head and heart for to begin
Bemused, we flinch, no easy work
For invited men are loath to shirk
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 3]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 4]
(War) A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 5]
(War) You will understand
(Work) Of my burning pride
(War) Rips me up inside
(Work) Just murder once again
(War) You will understand
(Work) Rips me up inside
Rips me up inside
[Verse 6]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech?
[Verse 7]
(War)
A white light, blazing deep
Through the wasteland, searching we
Soaring birds now hunt the brow
As I thirsty, gripped with hunger now
Clear-sighted, painful ends to win
The battle of the me, so wafer thin
The line between the Devil's teeth
And that which cannot be repeat
[Verse 8]
War, work
War, work
War, work
[Verse 9]
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own?
Hey man, how will you feel
When all you have and all you own
Is your only true friend?
When above you in the firmament
Flow the blood of the prophets
Out of your reach
From your aching speech
Written by: Paul Statham, Peter Murphy
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