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作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins' gigantic toys
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you more
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1'2'3
Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
Resting pipes' verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street'
with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do' but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild injured eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.
A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.
An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.
I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.
The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
man telling his story
It was you' the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us
Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens
I want to travel where life travels'
following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love' goodness and simplicity
（While violated and imprisoned by technology）
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie'
as I'll never be the man my father is
How can you "just be yourself"
when you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?
Who am I to judge a priest' beggar'
whore' politician' wrongdoer?
I am' you are' all of them already
Dear child' stop working' go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream
Is there a village inside this snowflake?
a child aske me
What's the colour of our lullaby?
I've never bbeen so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining
Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology' for faith
For another man' yes
Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty
Careless realism costs souls
Ever seen the Lord smile?
All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change
I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything' may I be deserving
And there forever remains the change from G to Em
Nightwish - Song Of Myself
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude
Raving harlequins' gigantic toys
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A midnight flight into Covington Woods
A princess and a panther by my side
These are Territories I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you more
A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
A silent symphony
A hollow opus #1'2'3
Sometimes the sky is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
Resting pipes' verse of bore
Rusting keys without a door
Sometimes the within is piano black
Piano black over cleansing waters
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still on an angelwing
I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street'
with a begging bowl in his shaking hand.
Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do' but walk by.
An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic
It's half-light and he's in tears.
When he finally comes his eyes are cascading.
I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild injured eyes.
I wish I had my leg to spare.
A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars.
She's never loved him more.
An obese girl enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me.
She's going to dinner alone.
That makes her even more beautiful.
I see a model's face on a brick wall.
A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that worships flesh.
The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering
man telling his story
It was you' the grass under my bare feet
The campfire in the dead of night
The heavenly black of sky and sea
It was us
Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches
Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's seen before
Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island
Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature
In early air of the dawn of life
A sight to silence the heavens
I want to travel where life travels'
following its permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow music
Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden
I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in a world of sensation
Love' goodness and simplicity
（While violated and imprisoned by technology）
The thought of my family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true love
That love remains infintie'
as I'll never be the man my father is
How can you "just be yourself"
when you don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how you feel"
How could anyone know how another feels?
Who am I to judge a priest' beggar'
whore' politician' wrongdoer?
I am' you are' all of them already
Dear child' stop working' go play
Forget every rule
There's no fear in a dream
Is there a village inside this snowflake?
a child aske me
What's the colour of our lullaby?
I've never bbeen so close to truth as then
I touched its silver lining
Death is the winner in any war
Nothing noble in dying for your religion
For your country
For ideology' for faith
For another man' yes
Paper is dead without words
Ink idle without a poem
All the world dead without stories
Without love and disarming beauty
Careless realism costs souls
Ever seen the Lord smile?
All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man?
Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change
I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am
Is smoke and mirrors
Still given everything' may I be deserving
And there forever remains the change from G to Em
Nightwish - Song Of Myself
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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen [00:26.200] [00:45.990]The nightingale is still locked in the cage [00:50.790]The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs [00:56.060]An old oak sheltering me from the blue [01:02.000]Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves [01:07.990]A catnap in the ghost town of my heart [01:12.570]She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts [01:18.210]Of mermaids' of Whitman's and the rude [01:23.640]Raving harlequins' gigantic toys [01:28.850] [01:30.250]A song of me a song in need [01:32.290]Of a courageous symphony [01:35.650]A verse of me a verse in need [01:38.720]Of a pure-heart singing me to peace [01:42.350]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [01:45.360]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [01:48.590] [01:50.560]All that great heart lying still [01:55.910]In silent suffering [01:58.920]Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end [02:03.730]What is left for encore [02:05.230]Is the same old dead boy's song [02:08.640]Sung in silence [02:10.470]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [02:13.380]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [02:16.890] [02:27.450]A midnight flight into Covington Woods [02:31.530]A princess and a panther by my side [02:37.350]These are Territories I live for [02:43.020]I'd still give mt everything to love you more [02:48.610] [02:49.330]A song of me a song in need [02:52.130]Of a courageous symphony [02:55.390]A verse of me a verse in need [02:58.420]Of a pure-heart singing me to peace [03:01.560]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [03:05.160]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [03:08.360] [03:11.100]All that great heart lying still [03:15.720]In silent suffering [03:18.760]Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end [03:23.490]What is left for encore [03:25.100]Is the same old dead boy's song [03:28.140]Sung in silence [03:30.290]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [03:33.170]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [03:36.590] [04:04.400]A silent symphony [04:13.920]A hollow opus #1'2'3 [04:25.870] [04:29.710]Sometimes the sky is piano black [04:38.000]Piano black over cleansing waters [04:50.970] [04:53.810]Resting pipes' verse of bore [05:02.490]Rusting keys without a door [05:15.040] [05:19.500]Sometimes the within is piano black [05:27.880]Piano black over cleansing waters [05:40.870] [06:09.790] [06:12.030]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [06:15.240]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [06:21.660] [06:24.850]All that great heart lying still and slowly dying [06:28.650]All that great heart lying still on an angelwing [06:34.230] [07:07.370]I see a slow' simple youngster by a busy street' [07:11.250]with a begging bowl in his shaking hand. [07:14.230]Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices. [07:20.790]I do' but walk by. [07:23.470] [07:26.500]An old man gets naked and kisses a model-doll in his attic [07:31.660]It's half-light and he's in tears. [07:34.090]When he finally comes his eyes are cascading. [07:38.150] [07:40.230]I see a beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me. [07:44.880]All pride has left his wild injured eyes. [07:48.630]I wish I had my leg to spare. [07:51.720] [07:55.160]A mother visits her son' smiles to him through the bars. [07:58.890]She's never loved him more. [08:01.060] [08:02.300]An obese girl enters an elevator with me. [08:05.460]All dressed up fancy' a green butterfly on her neck. [08:10.620]Terribly sweeet perfume deafens me. [08:14.140]She's going to dinner alone. [08:17.360]That makes her even more beautiful. [08:20.380] [08:21.720]I see a model's face on a brick wall. [08:24.080]A statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill. [08:28.760]A city that worships flesh. [08:33.860] [08:47.000]The 1st thing I ever heard was a wandering [08:50.680]man telling his story [08:52.930]It was you' the grass under my bare feet [08:57.150]The campfire in the dead of night [09:00.590]The heavenly black of sky and sea [09:04.060] [09:06.450]It was us [09:07.430]Roaming the rainy roads' combing the guilded beaches [09:13.350]Waking up to a new gallery of wonders every morn [09:18.220]Bathing in places no-one's seen before [09:23.600]Shipwrecked on some matt-painted island [09:28.420]Clad in nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe [09:35.970] [09:37.690]Beyond all mortality we are' swinging in the breath of nature [09:43.700]In early air of the dawn of life [09:46.810]A sight to silence the heavens [09:50.120] [09:54.400]I want to travel where life travels' [09:56.740]following its permanent lead [09:59.080]Where the air tastes like snow music [10:02.180]Where grass smells like fresh-born Eden [10:05.810]I would pass no man' no stranger' no tragedy or rapture [10:11.220]I would bathe in a world of sensation [10:14.320]Love' goodness and simplicity [10:18.510]（While violated and imprisoned by technology） [10:25.160] [10:26.930]The thought of my family's graves was the only moment [10:30.750]I used to experience true love [10:33.190]That love remains infintie' [10:35.900]as I'll never be the man my father is [10:38.930] [10:40.700]How can you "just be yourself" [10:43.430]when you don't know who you are? [10:44.950]Stop saying "I know how you feel" [10:47.520]How could anyone know how another feels? [10:50.420] [10:52.670]Who am I to judge a priest' beggar' [10:55.780]whore' politician' wrongdoer? [10:59.610]I am' you are' all of them already [11:04.650] [11:16.620]Dear child' stop working' go play [11:21.210]Forget every rule [11:22.830]There's no fear in a dream [11:26.740] [11:28.660]Is there a village inside this snowflake? [11:32.540]a child aske me [11:35.540]What's the colour of our lullaby? [11:40.310] [11:41.600]I've never bbeen so close to truth as then [11:46.580]I touched its silver lining [11:50.570] [11:54.350]Death is the winner in any war [11:57.930]Nothing noble in dying for your religion [12:01.540]For your country [12:02.760]For ideology' for faith [12:06.090]For another man' yes [12:10.860] [12:17.430]Paper is dead without words [12:19.890]Ink idle without a poem [12:22.700]All the world dead without stories [12:25.740]Without love and disarming beauty [12:30.300] [12:32.650]Careless realism costs souls [12:36.590] [12:38.300]Ever seen the Lord smile? [12:39.890]All he care for the world made Beautiful a sad man? [12:44.440]Why do we still carry a device of torture around our necks? [12:49.060]Oh' how rotten your pre-apocalypse is [12:52.920]All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground [12:57.650] [13:01.460]I see all those empty cradles and wonder [13:06.200]If man will never change [13:08.220] [13:09.130]I' too' wish to be a decent manboy but all I am [13:14.250]Is smoke and mirrors [13:16.650]Still given everything' may I be deserving [13:21.120] [13:22.920]And there forever remains the change from G to Em [13:30.220] [13:32.030]Nightwish - Song Of Myself [13:34.030] [13:37.600]
