Lyrics to Careful Hands :
Put your coat on, this city trembles.
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises.
We are X-rays of something broken.
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.
When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.
Wrists get tired rewriting futures.
Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.
We are creatures of habit.
Only with careful hands
We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
Only with careful hands
We’ll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer.
Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding.
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us.
Blue ink will guide us home.
Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.
I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth
来自Sleeping At Last的《Keep No Score》的careful hands,第一次在幽声隧道的梦专题听到这首歌曲就让人惊艳,类似于Muse的哭腔和没有类似于Keane的无吉他纯键盘颇具特色,即使是这样,他们仍是一只优秀的英伦乐队,类似的还有thirteen senses。其柔美的英式唱腔与钢琴,提琴完美融合,旋律上鼓声制造与顿时的煽情巧合。自始至终拂过与贴近你缓缓而流,纤细唱腔低回在你每一个段点中。
(乐队资料:sleeping at last 这是一只98年在美国成军的英式乐队,成员Ryan O’Neal,Chad O’Neal,Dan Perdue。首张《Capture》颇为糙然些,《Ghosts》有惊喜,加深了制作理念,《Keep No Score》显露突破精巧而理性)
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