Blood Of The Past - The Comet Is Coming

[00:00.000] 作词 : Kate Tempest
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Danalogue\/Betamax\/King Shabaka
[03:18.95]All the many corpses begin to speak
[03:21.70]What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore
[03:24.54]It is too late for pleading white picket dreams
[03:27.38]Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking
[03:30.84]Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness
[03:34.01]In the need to make face and keep up
[03:35.92]And drown out the many voices within
[03:37.78]Imagine a culture that has, at its root
[03:40.44]A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones
[03:44.45]But I can hear the lie before you speak
[03:47.57]There is nothing but progress to eat
[03:49.48]And we are so fat and so hungry
[03:52.32]And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van
[03:54.74]While the white shirt and tie in the tube car
[03:56.32]Distractional picture
[03:58.73]Pictures of beer and guilt about urges
[04:00.50]***ual distrust and abandoned to nothingness
[04:03.69]Give me something I can nail myself to
[04:06.65]Give me a sharply-dressed talking head
[04:09.01]Who has something about them I trust and despise
[04:11.39]And what of it, anyway? These windows don't open
[04:14.81]They were designed to stay closed
[04:17.50]Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute
[04:19.36]Check the internet, never stop, never stop
[04:21.79]There is a scar on the soul of the world
[04:24.37]And it needs you to look
[04:26.12]The blood of the past is here, it remains
[04:29.99]The blood of the murders
[04:31.67]The bodies like sacks leaking brain
[04:34.05]All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains
[04:38.54]To acknowledge without guilt
[04:40.12]To accept without condition
[04:42.59]And to listen when other people
[04:45.00]Tell you how you have behaved
[04:46.79]Truth is, it’s for us to feel and be moved
[04:50.34]But I hear the clatter of bone against steel
[04:52.44]It is coming
[04:53.39]It will not be stilled, it is there
[04:55.78]In the air, scorched white
[04:57.80]The reflection of sunlight on glass
[04:59.98]Bouncing back into sunlight
[05:02.09]And glass bouncing back, industrialized
[05:04.98]Denial, business as usual
[05:08.36]So roll your eyes, shake your head
[05:10.20]Turn away and call me names
[05:12.05]I'm okay with that, too proud
[05:14.44]Unable to listen, we keep speaking
[05:17.21]Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves
[05:21.02]Unable to stop and unwilling to learn