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a gentle Death
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今堀恒雄
жанры: japanese, soundtrack, rock
альбомы: Trigun -Badlands Rumble- O.S.T., TRIGUN -Badlands Rumble-
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[Verse 1:] My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral, Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, She is the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, A fresh poison each week. “We were born sick”, you heard them say it, My church offers no absolution, She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”. The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you, I was born sick, but I love it, Command me to be well. Amen, amen, amen! [Chorus – x2:] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. [Verse 2:] If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side, She demands a sacrifice, To drain the whole sea, Get something shiny, Something meaty for the main course. That's a fine looking high horse, What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful, That looks tasty, That looks plenty, This is hungry work. [Chorus – x2:] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. [Bridge:] No masters or kings when the ritual begins, There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, Only then I am human, Only then I am clean. Amen, amen, amen! [Chorus – x2:] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take Me to Church My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week 'We were born sick,' you heard them say it My church offers no absolution She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen [Chorus: 2x] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work [Chorus: 2x] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Amen. Amen. Amen [Chorus: 2x] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take Me to Church My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disappro-oval I should've worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the la-ast true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more ble-ak a Fresh po-ison each we-ek ‘We were bo-orn sick,' you heard them sa-ay it My Church offers no-o absolutes. She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.' The only heaven I'll be sent to-o Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, But I lo-ove it Command me to be well A-a-a-a-a-a-a. A-a-a-a-a-a men. A-a-a me-en. A-a-a-a me-en.. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My-y lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the sta-b-le? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life No Masters or Kings When the Ritu-a-a-al begins There is no swe-e-te-e-er innocence Tha-a-an our gentle sin In the madness and soil of tha-at sa-ad earthly scene Only then I-i a-am Human Only then I am Cle-a-an O-oh, oh. A-a-amen, a-a-ame-e-e-en, a-a-a-ame-e-e-e-en. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life Take Me to Church My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disappro-oval I should've worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the la-ast true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more ble-ak a Fresh po-ison each we-ek ‘We were bo-orn sick,' you heard them sa-ay it My Church offers no-o absolutes. She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.' The only heaven I'll be sent to-o Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, But I lo-ove it Command me to be well A-a-a-a-a-a-a. A-a-a-a-a-a men. A-a-a me-en. A-a-a-a me-en.. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My-y lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the sta-b-le? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life No Masters or Kings When the Ritu-a-a-al begins There is no swe-e-te-e-er innocence Tha-a-an our gentle sin In the madness and soil of tha-at sa-ad earthly scene Only then I-i a-am Human Only then I am Cle-a-an O-oh, oh. A-a-amen, a-a-ame-e-e-en, a-a-a-ame-e-e-e-en. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me-e that deathless death Oh, Good God, let me give you my life Take Me to Church My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouth piece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me 'worship in the bedroom' The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take Me to Church My lover's got humour, She's the giggle at a funeral, Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, She is the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, A fresh poison each week. “We were born sick”, you heard them say it, My church offers no absolution, She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”. The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you, I was born sick, but I love it, Command me to be well. Amen, amen, amen! Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. No masters or kings when the ritual begins, There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, Only then I am human, Only then I am clean. Amen, amen, amen! Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me my deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.
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Это интересно:Цунео Имахори (Tsuneo Imahori), японский гитарист и композитор. Родился в 1962 году. Играть на гитаре начал с 12 лет, проявляя интерес к британской фолк-музыке и вдохновляясь творчеством таких музыкантов как Энди Партридж (Andy Partridge), Герберт Дженш (Bert Jansch), а так же поздним творчеством Фрэнка Заппы (Frank Zappa). В... продолжение
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