Lirik Lagu Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Joni Mitchell
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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.
Turning and turningWithin the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconerThings fall apartThe center cannot holdAnd a blood dimmed tideIs loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacredThe ceremony sinksInnocence is drownedIn anarchyThe best lack convictionGiven some time to thinkAnd the worst are full of passionWithout mercy
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hopingAs if by my weak faithThe spirit of this worldWould heal and riseVast are the shadowsThat straddle and strafeAnd struggle in the darknessTroubling my eyes
Shaped like a lionIt has the head of a manWith a gaze as blankAnd pitiless as the sunAnd it's moving its slow thighsAcross the desert sandsThrough dark indignantReeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and ragingIt rises from the deepOpening its eyesAfter twenty centuriesVexed to a nightmareOut of a stony sleepBy a rocking cradleBy the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Nothing is sacredThe ceremony sinksInnocence is drownedIn anarchyThe best lack convictionGiven some time to thinkAnd the worst are full of passionWithout mercy
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hopingAs if by my weak faithThe spirit of this worldWould heal and riseVast are the shadowsThat straddle and strafeAnd struggle in the darknessTroubling my eyes
Shaped like a lionIt has the head of a manWith a gaze as blankAnd pitiless as the sunAnd it's moving its slow thighsAcross the desert sandsThrough dark indignantReeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and ragingIt rises from the deepOpening its eyesAfter twenty centuriesVexed to a nightmareOut of a stony sleepBy a rocking cradleBy the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at handSurely it's the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards Bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards Bethlehem to be born
