Lirik Lagu For Mr. Thomas - Van Morrison
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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.
From faded newsprint used to wrap a fishInscrutably the muse selects your faceAs I sit drinking famously in an Irish barFive thousand miles and thirty years away
With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one nightKing of the field where doctors nail the cowsTo make of the cock's quill the rights of languageAnd the pricking heart a sword against the hours
Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondageAnd hold you plaintiff to the charge of artExhibit A: he falls on legendary linesSinging mother I don't want a pain here in my heart
The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meatBut the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood townLike two provincial bastards playing the galleriesI hold your photo to a mirror upside down
And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervadesJust like an old ex-boxer aged twenty twoStaged-up like Falstaff or the wild welsh RimbaudYou'd laugh to see the monograms they make of youAh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fairLet us throw old bottles at the ferris wheelLet us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlightLet us steal whatever we are supposed to steal
Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundaneThat rough God go riding with his shearsHack wide the belly of the swollen mountainsAnd rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears
Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,Let us steal whatever we're supposed to stealMr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel
Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas,Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feelOh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnightLet us throw bottles at the ferris wheelLet us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlightLet us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one nightKing of the field where doctors nail the cowsTo make of the cock's quill the rights of languageAnd the pricking heart a sword against the hours
Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondageAnd hold you plaintiff to the charge of artExhibit A: he falls on legendary linesSinging mother I don't want a pain here in my heart
The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meatBut the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood townLike two provincial bastards playing the galleriesI hold your photo to a mirror upside down
And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervadesJust like an old ex-boxer aged twenty twoStaged-up like Falstaff or the wild welsh RimbaudYou'd laugh to see the monograms they make of youAh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fairLet us throw old bottles at the ferris wheelLet us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlightLet us steal whatever we are supposed to steal
Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundaneThat rough God go riding with his shearsHack wide the belly of the swollen mountainsAnd rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears
Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,Let us steal whatever we're supposed to stealMr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel
Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas,Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feelOh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnightLet us throw bottles at the ferris wheelLet us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlightLet us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
