The Helm Of Ned KellyLRC
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- [ti:The Helm Of Ned Kelly]
[ar:Blackbird Raum]
[al:Under The Starling Host]
[by:8e8e.net]
[00:-4.00]Blackbird Raum - The Helm Of Ned Kelly
[00:-3.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:-2.00]@ www.1ting.com @
[02:09.48][01:50.43][01:31.83][00:56.75][00:27.22][00:-1.00]
[00:00.05]like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold
[00:04.83]like the grain that they locked in the silo
[00:09.36]we'll be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own,
[00:14.05]but we won't steal from the land what's freely given
[00:18.76]tear up the deeds to the land, throw the debts into the furnace,
[00:23.29]debts to god to the banks and to the landlord
[00:27.95]don your armor don your helm, which was forged from an old plows blade
[00:32.55]train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
[01:32.53][00:37.07]I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
[01:38.20][00:43.07]from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
[01:41.77][00:46.31]I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
[01:47.10][00:52.13]in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
[01:14.42]down their lying in the brush was one bloody tethered horse,
[01:18.68]and one detective in the service of the crown
[01:23.36]even theough we're just one pistol against an army of policemen
[01:27.99]I insist that we are many and they are few
[01:51.11]It was on Van Dieman's land where your father came in transport
[01:55.57]chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
[02:00.13]held hostage in a word, stolen from the shores of erin
[02:04.93]south australia bound in bondage of the queen's men
The Helm Of Ned Kelly歌词
- 歌词名称：The Helm Of Ned Kelly
- 演唱歌手：Blackbird Raum
- 歌词专辑：Under The Starling Host
- like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold
we'll be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own,
like the grain that they locked in the silo
but we won't steal from the land what's freely given
tear up the deeds to the land, throw the debts into the furnace,
debts to god to the banks and to the landlord
don your armor don your helm, which was forged from an old plows blade
train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
down their lying in the brush was one bloody tethered horse,
and one detective in the service of the crown
even theough we're just one pistol against an army of policemen
I insist that we are many and they are few
I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black kettle
in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
It was on Van Dieman's land where your father came in transport
chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
held hostage in a word, stolen from the shores of erin
south australia bound in bondage of the queen's men
@ www.1ting.com @
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
Blackbird Raum - The Helm Of Ned Kelly
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