Lirik Lagu Tripitena's Speech - Lou Reed
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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.
Tripitena:
My loveThe king by any other name a pissoirYou, my love tower over them allthey are but vermin beneath your heelsThey are monkeysSuit them, frame them to your own visionbut do not let one false wordof mockery seep through to your vast heartI have seen you from close and afar and your worthfar exceeds your height, your widththe depth of your sorrowOh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our loveour linked fortunesour hearts melded togetherinto one fine golden braided fineryThey listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselveswith the sordid Miseries of their businessesThey are not the things of angelsnor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire toYour loathsome vomitousbusinessman king is of the lowest orderhis advisorscrumbling mockeries of education driven by avariceMy lovedress them in the suits of mockeryand in their advanced state of stupidityand senilityburn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compostwhich they so much deserveIf justice on this earth be fleetinglet us for once hear the weepingand the braying of the businessman kingLet them be the the orangutans they areand set them blazing from the chandelier for all to seehanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chainsand petticoats which you will have them wearunder the guise of costumic buffooneryHe who underestimatesin time is bound to find the truth sublimeand hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorderBusinessmenyou're not worth shitting on
My loveThe king by any other name a pissoirYou, my love tower over them allthey are but vermin beneath your heelsThey are monkeysSuit them, frame them to your own visionbut do not let one false wordof mockery seep through to your vast heartI have seen you from close and afar and your worthfar exceeds your height, your widththe depth of your sorrowOh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our loveour linked fortunesour hearts melded togetherinto one fine golden braided fineryThey listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselveswith the sordid Miseries of their businessesThey are not the things of angelsnor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire toYour loathsome vomitousbusinessman king is of the lowest orderhis advisorscrumbling mockeries of education driven by avariceMy lovedress them in the suits of mockeryand in their advanced state of stupidityand senilityburn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compostwhich they so much deserveIf justice on this earth be fleetinglet us for once hear the weepingand the braying of the businessman kingLet them be the the orangutans they areand set them blazing from the chandelier for all to seehanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chainsand petticoats which you will have them wearunder the guise of costumic buffooneryHe who underestimatesin time is bound to find the truth sublimeand hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorderBusinessmenyou're not worth shitting on
