求一首the day开头的歌曲
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歌手：pray for the soul of betty 专辑：self-titled
"The Day"
Why...don't you...pick today...to be the day
That you...decide...for the first time not to lie
Do you talk to death
Overfed and programmed
What's the pain on your head
Of the world's eye
You can't let it go
You can't let it go
Pray for the Soul of Betty
You can't let it go
You can't let it go
And if you can't find your way to a better world
Set your will inside
All the inside's live within your mind
I've been to the ends of the earth and
I've seen what it means to be dead and
This land is the best from the west, man
Rise up, pick your line of distraction
Why...don't you...pick today...to be the day
That you...decide...for the first time...this is your life
You can't let it go
You can't let it go
You can't let it go
And if you can't find your way to a better world
Set your will inside
All the inside's live within your mind
I've seen what it takes to be free, man
Be bold, let go of the ....(?)
These things can be had with a strong hand
Take what you want, it's yours, you can't let it go
Take what you want, it's yours, you can't let it go
Take what you want, it's yours, you can't let it go
Take what you want, it's yours, you can't let it go
Take what you want
It's time, it's time, it's time, it's time....
the day everything became nothing
歌手：nomeansno 专辑：the day everything became nothing
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The day everything became nothing, I was standing underneath a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I can't recall anything
unusual about it. If there was something in the air, if the skies had
Nomeansno
clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder
roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles rained from the sky. This
was no sneak attack. There was just suddenly this awful lack. Things
had changed, that's for sure.
The day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on
what had gone wrong. The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still
smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in
This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, there were
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why.
It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall much of what happened next. I was on my way to visit
this woman I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I
couldn't even remember her address. A group of us, just strangers,
got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. We
talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I couldn't remember my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get used to it. I have to.
