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Four Winds

アーティスト:Bright Eyes  アルバム:Four Winds  作詞:Unknown  作曲:OBERST CONOR M 

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Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep them alive There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight In an abandoned building where A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four winds blowing through her hair But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed She caves The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qu'ran's mute If you burn them all together, you get close to the truth still They are pouring over Sanskrit on the ivy league moons While shadows lengthen in the sun Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times And hold us at the center while the spiral


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