Difference between revisions of "Lyrics:Pencil Rain"
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The moment that some call eternal | The moment that some call eternal | ||
That some call insane | That some call insane | ||
| − | Now helmets on each head | + | Now helmets on each head |
| + | Awaiting the first lead | ||
The pageant is named the pencil rain | The pageant is named the pencil rain | ||
The infantry stands | The infantry stands | ||
And holds out its hands | And holds out its hands | ||
| − | The marshal's binoculars focus | + | The marshal's binoculars focus |
| + | And skyward they train | ||
They're searching the yonder blue | They're searching the yonder blue | ||
They look out for number two | They look out for number two | ||
The heraldry of the pencil rain | The heraldry of the pencil rain | ||
| − | [Morse code | + | [''in Morse code''] "Ay, ay, ay, canta no llores" |
| − | And now hear the roar | + | And now hear the roar |
| − | The thunderous clatter of splintering wood | + | That none can ignore |
| + | The thunderous clatter of splintering wood | ||
| + | And lives that are claimed | ||
And none who have witnessed all | And none who have witnessed all | ||
| − | Can speak of a nobler cause | + | Can speak of a nobler cause |
| + | Than perishing in the pencil rain | ||
The pencil rain | The pencil rain | ||
The pencil rain | The pencil rain | ||
The pencil rain | The pencil rain | ||
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Revision as of 00:19, 16 October 2014
| Pencil Rain |
| By: They Might Be Giants |
| Year: 1988 |
The possible dream Finale of seem The moment that some call eternal That some call insane Now helmets on each head Awaiting the first lead The pageant is named the pencil rain The infantry stands And holds out its hands The marshal's binoculars focus And skyward they train They're searching the yonder blue They look out for number two The heraldry of the pencil rain [in Morse code] "Ay, ay, ay, canta no llores" And now hear the roar That none can ignore The thunderous clatter of splintering wood And lives that are claimed And none who have witnessed all Can speak of a nobler cause Than perishing in the pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain |
