Ricochet (1999 Digital Remaster)-David Bowie

[ti:Ricochet] [ar:David Bowie] [al:Sound And Vision] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ricochet (1999 Digital Remaster) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊) [00:07.38]Like weeds on a rockface waiting for the scythe [00:14.63]Ricochet ricochet [00:17.97]Ricochet ricochet [00:21.80]The world is on a corner waiting for jobs [00:28.62]Ricochet ricochet [00:32.01]Ricochet ricochet [00:34.79]Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall [00:44.54]And who can bear to be forgotten [00:51.64]And who can bear to be forgotten [00:57.55]March of flowers march of dimes [01:00.95]These are the prisons these are the crimes [01:10.23]Men wait for news while thousands are still asleep [01:16.63]Dreaming of tramlines factories pieces of machinery [01:21.91]Mine shafts things like that [01:25.70]March of flowers march of dimes [01:29.05]These are the prisons these are the crimes [01:32.47]Sound of thunder sound of gold [01:35.92]Sound of the devil breaking parole [01:39.63]Ricochet it's not the end of the world [01:48.85]Sound of thunder sound of gold [01:52.31]Sound of the devil breaking parole [01:55.80]Ricochet ricochet [01:59.21]Ricochet ricochet [02:03.05]These are the prisons these are the crimes [02:06.57]Teaching life in a violent new way [02:10.17]Ricochet ricochet [02:13.20]Ricochet ricochet [02:15.58]Turn the holy pictures so they face the wall [02:26.95]And who can bear to be forgotten [02:32.09]And who can bear to be forgotten [02:38.80]March of flowers march of dimes [02:42.08]These are the prisons these are the crimes [02:47.51]Early before the sun they struggle off to the gates [02:57.26]In their secret fearful places they see their lives [03:00.75]Unravelling before them [03:06.95]March of flowers march of dimes [03:10.26]These are the prisons these are the crimes [03:13.77]Sound of thunder sound of gold [03:17.20]Sound of the devil breaking parole [03:20.89]Ricochet it's not the end of the world [03:25.99]That's when they get home damp eyed and weary [03:29.20]They smile and crush their children to their heaving chests [03:34.08]Making unfulfillable promises [03:47.76]For who can bear to be forgotten