Lirik Lagu The Moshing Floor - Steve Taylor
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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.
Once upon an average mornAn average boy was born for the second timeProne upon the altar thereHe whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
The vision cameHe saw the oddsA hundred little gods on a gilded wheel"These will vie to take your place, but Father,by your grace I wil never kneel"
And I saw you, upright and proudAnd I saw you wave to the crowdAnd I saw you laughing out loud at the PhilistinesAnd I saw you brush away rocksAnd I saw you pull up your socksAnd I saw you out of the blocksFor the finish line
Darkness fallsThe devil stirsAnd as your vision blurs you start stumblingThe heart is weakThe will is goneAnd every strong conviction comes tumbling down
Malice rainsThe acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is freshIt floods the trailIt bleeds you dryAs every little god buys its pound of flesh
And I saw you licking your woundsAnd I saw you weave your cocoonsAnd I saw you changing your tunes for the party lineAnd I saw you welsh on old debtsI saw you and your comrades bum cigarettesAnd you hemmed and you hawedAnd you hedged all your betsWaiting for a sign
Let's wash our hands as we throw little fitsLet's all wash our hands as we curse hypocritesWe're locked in the washroom turning old tricksDeafAnd joylessAnd full of it
The vision cameHe saw the oddsA hundred little gods on a gilded wheel"These have tried to take your place, but Father,by your grace I will never kneelI will never kneel..."
Off in the distanceBloodied but wiseAs you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw youBoth hands were raisedAnd I saw your lips move in praiseAnd I saw you steady your gazeFor the finish line
Every idol like dustA word scattered them allAnd I rose to my feet when you scaled the
The vision cameHe saw the oddsA hundred little gods on a gilded wheel"These will vie to take your place, but Father,by your grace I wil never kneel"
And I saw you, upright and proudAnd I saw you wave to the crowdAnd I saw you laughing out loud at the PhilistinesAnd I saw you brush away rocksAnd I saw you pull up your socksAnd I saw you out of the blocksFor the finish line
Darkness fallsThe devil stirsAnd as your vision blurs you start stumblingThe heart is weakThe will is goneAnd every strong conviction comes tumbling down
Malice rainsThe acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is freshIt floods the trailIt bleeds you dryAs every little god buys its pound of flesh
And I saw you licking your woundsAnd I saw you weave your cocoonsAnd I saw you changing your tunes for the party lineAnd I saw you welsh on old debtsI saw you and your comrades bum cigarettesAnd you hemmed and you hawedAnd you hedged all your betsWaiting for a sign
Let's wash our hands as we throw little fitsLet's all wash our hands as we curse hypocritesWe're locked in the washroom turning old tricksDeafAnd joylessAnd full of it
The vision cameHe saw the oddsA hundred little gods on a gilded wheel"These have tried to take your place, but Father,by your grace I will never kneelI will never kneel..."
Off in the distanceBloodied but wiseAs you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw youBoth hands were raisedAnd I saw your lips move in praiseAnd I saw you steady your gazeFor the finish line
Every idol like dustA word scattered them allAnd I rose to my feet when you scaled the
