Lirik Lagu Bitter Suite - Marillion
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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.
I. Brief EncounterA spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadowNot the regal creature of border cavesBut the poor, misguided, directionless familiarOf some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canalLike some primordial phantom of romanceTo curl, under a cascade of neon pollenWhile I sit tied to the phone like an expectant fatherYour carnation will rot in a vase.
II. Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a sidingThe driver guzzles another can of lagerTo wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteenShe'll be a wallflower at thirty fourHer mother called her beautifulHer daddy said, "A whore".
III. Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in LyonWhen I met the MagdaleneShe was paralysed in a streetlightShe refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruisesThey were pinned upon her arm.Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the handTo a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappearsAnd from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear"'J'entend ton coeur"I can hear your heart
IV. Misplaced Rendezvous
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paperSomething's gonna give under this pressureAnd the cracks are already beginning to showIt's too lateThe weekend career girl never boarded the planeThey said this could never happen againSo wrong, so wrong
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvousThis time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvousWith youThe parallel of you, you
V. Windswept Thumb
On the outskirts of nowhereOn the ringroad to somewhereOn the verge of indecisionI'll always take the roundabout wayWaiting on the rainFor I was born with a habit, from a signThe habit of a windswept thumb
The mist crawls from the canalLike some primordial phantom of romanceTo curl, under a cascade of neon pollenWhile I sit tied to the phone like an expectant fatherYour carnation will rot in a vase.
II. Lost Weekend
A train sleeps in a sidingThe driver guzzles another can of lagerTo wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteenShe'll be a wallflower at thirty fourHer mother called her beautifulHer daddy said, "A whore".
III. Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in LyonWhen I met the MagdaleneShe was paralysed in a streetlightShe refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruisesThey were pinned upon her arm.Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the handTo a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappearsAnd from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear"'J'entend ton coeur"I can hear your heart
IV. Misplaced Rendezvous
It's getting late, for scribbling and scratching on the paperSomething's gonna give under this pressureAnd the cracks are already beginning to showIt's too lateThe weekend career girl never boarded the planeThey said this could never happen againSo wrong, so wrong
This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvousThis time, it's looking like another misplaced rendezvousWith youThe parallel of you, you
V. Windswept Thumb
On the outskirts of nowhereOn the ringroad to somewhereOn the verge of indecisionI'll always take the roundabout wayWaiting on the rainFor I was born with a habit, from a signThe habit of a windswept thumb
