Текст песни Joni Mitchell - Slouching Toward Bethlehem
Joni Mitchell - Slouching Toward Bethlehem слова песни
Based on a poem by w.b. yeatsTurning and turningWithin the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconerThings fall apartThe center cannot holdAnd a blood dimmed tideIs loosed upon the worldNothing is sacredThe ceremony sinksInnocence is drownedIn anarchyThe best lack convictionGiven some time to thinkAnd the worst are full of passionWithout mercySurely some revelation is at handSurely its the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornHoping and hopingAs if by my weak faithThe spirit of this worldWould heal and riseVast are the shadowsThat straddle and strafeAnd struggle in the darknessTroubling my eyesShaped like a lionIt has the head of a manWith a gaze as blankAnd pitiless as the sunAnd its moving its slow thighsAcross the desert sandsThrough dark indignantReeling falconsSurely some revelation is at handSurely its the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornRaging and ragingIt rises from the deepOpening its eyesAfter twenty centuriesVexed to a nightmareOut of a stony sleepBy a rocking cradleBy the sea of galileeSurely some revelation is at handSurely its the second comingAnd the wrath has finally taken formFor what is this rough beastIts hour come at lastSlouching towards bethlehem to be bornSlouching towards bethlehem to be born