《Britten: Funeral Blues》歌词

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Britten: Funeral Blues - Mary Carewe[00:00:00]

Stop all the clocks[00:00:11]

Cut off the telephone[00:00:17]

Prevent the dog from barking[00:00:23]

With a juicy bone[00:00:28]

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum[00:00:32]

Bring out the coffin[00:00:44]

Let the mourners come[00:00:50]

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead[00:00:55]

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead[00:01:07]

Tie crêpe bows round the white necks[00:01:17]

Of the public doves[00:01:23]

Let the traffic policemen wear[00:01:28]

Black cotton gloves[00:01:34]

He was my North my South[00:01:39]

My East and West[00:01:46]

My working week and my Sunday rest[00:01:53]

My noon[00:02:02]

My midnight my talk my song[00:02:04]

I thought that love could last forever[00:02:13]

I was wrong[00:02:21]

The stars are not wanted now[00:02:23]

Put out every one[00:02:29]

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun[00:02:34]

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood[00:02:44]

For nothing now can ever come to any good[00:02:53]

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