Lirik Lagu Yes Sir, I Will - Crass
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- 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.
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- 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.
The door stands open -Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.Alone, the possibilities are enormous.Step outside and parasites, deprived of their meat, wait to suck on tiring flesh,Unending statistics that fatten leaders, prisoners of their morality.Afraid of death, we can not save ourselves.To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silenceEven when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*Words sometimes don't seem to mean much;Of anyone we've used more that most.Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*Up against the rows of grey robots who control our livesThe things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.As they plan destruction and gain respectability,We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.
*We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part,We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,But we can't avoid that arena,It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.What is it that we sing then?Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,Everything that we write is a love song.
*We look for alternatives,But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficultTo establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extremeThat everything becomes
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black.It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night.You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silenceEven when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*Words sometimes don't seem to mean much;Of anyone we've used more that most.Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus.
*Up against the rows of grey robots who control our livesThe things we have to offer sometimes seem so frail.As they plan destruction and gain respectability,We offer our creativity and are made outcasts.
*We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part,We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,But we can't avoid that arena,It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.
*In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.What is it that we sing then?Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that,Everything that we write is a love song.
*We look for alternatives,But the enormous power of the media makes it so difficultTo establish foundations. Their lies and distortions are so extremeThat everything becomes
