Funeral blues-黄勃

[00:00.000] 作词 : W.H.Auden [00:01.000] 作曲 : 黄勃 [00:06.47]Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, [00:12.49]Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, [00:18.80]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum [00:24.67]Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. [00:31.82]Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead [00:38.06]Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. [00:44.83]Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, [00:51.01]Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. [00:58.06]He was my North, my South, my East and West, [01:06.07]My working week and my Sunday rest, [01:12.71]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; [01:19.76]I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. [01:33.26]The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, [01:39.67]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, [01:45.46]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; [01:52.58]For nothing now can ever come to any good. [02:00.99]He was my North, my South, my East and West, [02:09.39]My working week and my Sunday rest, [02:15.83]My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; [02:22.83]I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. [02:34.28]The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, [02:40.99]Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, [02:47.38]Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; [02:53.97]For nothing now can ever come to any good. [03:00.27]For nothing now can ever come to any good. [03:06.78]For nothing now can ever come to any good.