作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
As a child it was the place names
Singing at me as the first thing
How the mouth must be employed
In every corner of itself
To say "Appalacicola"
Or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebara"
A promise softly sung of somewhere else
And as a young man
Blessed to pass so many road signs
And have my foreign ear made fresh again
On each unlikely sound
But feel at home hearing a music
That few still understand
A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
The ears were chopped from young men
If the pitch-cap didn't kill them
They are buried without scalp
In the shattered bedrock of our home
You may never know your fortune
Until the distance has been shown between
What is lost forever and what can still be known
So far from home
To have a stranger call you darling
And have your guarded heart
Be lifted like a child up by the hand
In some town that just means 'Home' to them
With no translator left to sound
A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:13.798] As a child it was the place names
[00:17.010] Singing at me as the first thing
[00:19.585]
[00:21.413] How the mouth must be employed
[00:25.229] In every corner of itself
[00:28.592] To say "Appalacicola"
[00:32.226] Or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebara"
[00:37.307] A promise softly sung of somewhere else
[00:43.489] And as a young man
[00:45.349] Blessed to pass so many road signs
[00:50.214] And have my foreign ear made fresh again
[00:54.511] On each unlikely sound
[00:56.978] But feel at home hearing a music
[01:00.652] That few still understand
[01:03.886] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
[01:06.987]
[01:11.027] The ears were chopped from young men
[01:14.316] If the pitch-cap didn't kill them
[01:18.641] They are buried without scalp
[01:22.384] In the shattered bedrock of our home
[01:25.942] You may never know your fortune
[01:29.119] Until the distance has been shown between
[01:32.823] What is lost forever and what can still be known
[01:36.881]
[01:39.282] So far from home
[01:40.953] To have a stranger call you darling
[01:45.978] And have your guarded heart
[01:47.926] Be lifted like a child up by the hand
[01:52.873] In some town that just means 'Home' to them
[01:56.594] With no translator left to sound
[01:59.494] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
As a child it was the place names
Singing at me as the first thing
How the mouth must be employed
In every corner of itself
To say "Appalacicola"
Or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebara"
A promise softly sung of somewhere else
And as a young man
Blessed to pass so many road signs
And have my foreign ear made fresh again
On each unlikely sound
But feel at home hearing a music
That few still understand
A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
The ears were chopped from young men
If the pitch-cap didn't kill them
They are buried without scalp
In the shattered bedrock of our home
You may never know your fortune
Until the distance has been shown between
What is lost forever and what can still be known
So far from home
To have a stranger call you darling
And have your guarded heart
Be lifted like a child up by the hand
In some town that just means 'Home' to them
With no translator left to sound
A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:13.798] As a child it was the place names
[00:17.010] Singing at me as the first thing
[00:19.585]
[00:21.413] How the mouth must be employed
[00:25.229] In every corner of itself
[00:28.592] To say "Appalacicola"
[00:32.226] Or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebara"
[00:37.307] A promise softly sung of somewhere else
[00:43.489] And as a young man
[00:45.349] Blessed to pass so many road signs
[00:50.214] And have my foreign ear made fresh again
[00:54.511] On each unlikely sound
[00:56.978] But feel at home hearing a music
[01:00.652] That few still understand
[01:03.886] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
[01:06.987]
[01:11.027] The ears were chopped from young men
[01:14.316] If the pitch-cap didn't kill them
[01:18.641] They are buried without scalp
[01:22.384] In the shattered bedrock of our home
[01:25.942] You may never know your fortune
[01:29.119] Until the distance has been shown between
[01:32.823] What is lost forever and what can still be known
[01:36.881]
[01:39.282] So far from home
[01:40.953] To have a stranger call you darling
[01:45.978] And have your guarded heart
[01:47.926] Be lifted like a child up by the hand
[01:52.873] In some town that just means 'Home' to them
[01:56.594] With no translator left to sound
[01:59.494] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground