Joni Mitchell: Slouching Towards Bethlehem | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Slouching Towards Bethlehem» von Joni Mitchell.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1991 02 19 (Album), 1991 (Single B UK)
Label: Geffen GEFD 24388, Geffen GFS 2
Songwriter Joni Mitchell & W.B. Yeats
Produktion: Larry Klein & Joni Mitchell
Genre: Rock - Singer-Songwriter

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Joni Mitchell
Joni Mitchell
W.B. Yeats
Larry Klein
Joni Mitchell

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[Verse 1] Turning and turning within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold And a blood-dimmed tide is loosed upon the world [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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, its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Oh, oh, to be born [Verse 3] Hoping and hoping, as if with 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 [Verse 4] Shaped like a lion, it has the head of a man With a gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thighs across the desert sands Through dark indignant reeling falcons [Chorus] 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, its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Oh, oh, to be born Head of a man, shape of a lion [Verse 5] Raging and raging, it rises from the deep Opening its eyes after twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle by the Sea of Galilee [Chorus] 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, its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Oh, oh, to be born Head of a man, shape of a lion To be born Head of a man, shape of a lion Shape of a lion Head of a man, shape of a lion