Lirik Lagu Ballad In Plain D - Bob Dylan
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze.With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn.I courted her proudly but now she is gone,Gone as the season she's taken.
Through young summer's breeze, I stole her awayFrom her mother and sister, though close did they stay.Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Of the two sisters, I loved the young.With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.The constant scapegoat, she was easily undoneBy the jealousy of others around her.
For her parasite sister, I had no respect,Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.Countless visions of the other she'd reflectAs a crutch for her scenes and her society.
Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,The changes I was going through can't even be used,For the lies that I told her in hopes not to loseThe could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.
With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my gripA magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,Noticing not that I'd already slippedTo a sin of love's false security.
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.At the peak of the night, the king and the queenTumbled all down into pieces.
"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"And I in my armor, turning aboutAnd nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did poundHer sister and I in a screaming battleground.And she in between, the victim of sound,Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.
All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.My mind it was mangled, I ran into the nightLeaving all of love's ashes behind me.
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.I think of her often and hope whoever she's metWill be fully aware of how precious she is.
Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"And I answer them most mysteriously,"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
Through young summer's breeze, I stole her awayFrom her mother and sister, though close did they stay.Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day,With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.
Of the two sisters, I loved the young.With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.The constant scapegoat, she was easily undoneBy the jealousy of others around her.
For her parasite sister, I had no respect,Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect.Countless visions of the other she'd reflectAs a crutch for her scenes and her society.
Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused,The changes I was going through can't even be used,For the lies that I told her in hopes not to loseThe could-be dream-lover of my lifetime.
With unknown consciousness, I possessed in my gripA magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped,Noticing not that I'd already slippedTo a sin of love's false security.
From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace,Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies,Till the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, "Please,What's wrong and what's exactly the matter?"
And so it did happen like it could have been foreseen,The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream.At the peak of the night, the king and the queenTumbled all down into pieces.
"The tragic figure!" her sister did shout,"Leave her alone, God damn you, get out!"And I in my armor, turning aboutAnd nailing her to the ruins of her pettiness.
Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did poundHer sister and I in a screaming battleground.And she in between, the victim of sound,Soon shattered as a child 'neath her shadows.
All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight.I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight.My mind it was mangled, I ran into the nightLeaving all of love's ashes behind me.
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet.The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet.I think of her often and hope whoever she's metWill be fully aware of how precious she is.
Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me,"How good, how good does it feel to be free?"And I answer them most mysteriously,"Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"
