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