Lirik Lagu Who Will Answer - Ed Ames
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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.
(Chanted, with increasing melody)From the canyons of the mind,We wander on and stumble blindlyThrough the often-tangled mazeOf starless nights and sunless days,While casting for some kind of clueOr road to lead us to the truth,But who will answer?
Side by side two people stand,Together vowing, hand-in-handThat love's imbedded in their hearts,But soon an empty feeling startsTo overwhelm their hollow lives,And when we seek the hows and whys,Who will answer?
High upon a lonely ledge,a figure teeters near the edge,And jeering crowds collect belowTo egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"And who will ask what led himTo his private day of doom,And who will answer?
On a strange and distant hill,A young man's lying very still.His arms will never hold his child,Because a bullet running wildHas cut him down. And now we cry,"Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?"And who will answer?
(Full melody the rest of the song)
If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name,If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game,Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
In the rooms of dark and shades,The scent of sandalwood pervades.The colored thoughts in muddled headsReclining in rumpled bedsOf unmade dreams that can't come true,And when we ask what we should do,Who? Who will answer?
'Neath the spreading mushroom tree,The world revolves in apathyAs overhead, a row of specksRoars on, drowned out by discotheques,And if a secret button's pressedBecause one man has been outguessed,Who will answer?
Is our hope in walnut shellsWorn 'round the neck with temple bells,Or deep within some cloistered wallsWhere hooded figures pray in halls?Or crumbled books on dusty shelves,Or in our stars, or in ourselves,Who will an
Side by side two people stand,Together vowing, hand-in-handThat love's imbedded in their hearts,But soon an empty feeling startsTo overwhelm their hollow lives,And when we seek the hows and whys,Who will answer?
High upon a lonely ledge,a figure teeters near the edge,And jeering crowds collect belowTo egg him on with, "Go, man, go!"And who will ask what led himTo his private day of doom,And who will answer?
On a strange and distant hill,A young man's lying very still.His arms will never hold his child,Because a bullet running wildHas cut him down. And now we cry,"Dear God, Oh, why, oh, why?"And who will answer?
(Full melody the rest of the song)
If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name,If the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game,Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?
In the rooms of dark and shades,The scent of sandalwood pervades.The colored thoughts in muddled headsReclining in rumpled bedsOf unmade dreams that can't come true,And when we ask what we should do,Who? Who will answer?
'Neath the spreading mushroom tree,The world revolves in apathyAs overhead, a row of specksRoars on, drowned out by discotheques,And if a secret button's pressedBecause one man has been outguessed,Who will answer?
Is our hope in walnut shellsWorn 'round the neck with temple bells,Or deep within some cloistered wallsWhere hooded figures pray in halls?Or crumbled books on dusty shelves,Or in our stars, or in ourselves,Who will an
