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Slouching Towards Bethlehem - Joni Mitchell (琼尼·米契儿)
Turning and turning within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart the center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide is
Loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred the ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned in anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full
Of passion without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards
Bethlehem to be born oh
To be born
Hoping and hoping as
If by my weak faith
The spirit of this world would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving it's slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Oh oh yeah
Hey hey Bethlehem
Shape of a lion
Raging and raging it rises from the deep
Opening it's eyes after twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
It's hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem
To be born oh oh yeah
Hey shape of a lion oh oh
Just the shape of a lion
Hey Bethlehem
Shape of a lion
