Lirik Lagu Changing Of The Guards - Bob Dylan
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- 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
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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.
Sixteen years,Sixteen banners united over the fieldWhere the good shepherd grieves.Desperate men, desperate women divided,Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.
Fortune calls.I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.The captain waits above the celebrationSending his thoughts to a beloved maidWhose ebony face is beyond communication.The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.I rode past destruction in the ditchesWith the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.Renegade priests and treacherous young witchesWere handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrorsWhere dog soldiers are reflected,The endless road and the wailing of chimes,The empty rooms where her memory is protected,Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him upForty-eight hours later, the sun is breakingNear broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,I've moved your mountains and marked your cardsBut Eden is burning, either brace yourself for eliminationOr else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will comeWith tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fireBut will b
Fortune calls.I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,On midsummer's eve, near the tower.
The cold-blooded moon.The captain waits above the celebrationSending his thoughts to a beloved maidWhose ebony face is beyond communication.The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.
They shaved her head.She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.
I stumbled to my feet.I rode past destruction in the ditchesWith the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.Renegade priests and treacherous young witchesWere handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrorsWhere dog soldiers are reflected,The endless road and the wailing of chimes,The empty rooms where her memory is protected,Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.
She wakes him upForty-eight hours later, the sun is breakingNear broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking.He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.
Gentlemen, he said,I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,I've moved your mountains and marked your cardsBut Eden is burning, either brace yourself for eliminationOr else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.
Peace will comeWith tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fireBut will b
