歌曲 | The Moderately Talented Yet Attractive Young Woman vs. the Exceptionally Talented Yet Not So Attractive Middle Aged Man |
歌手 | Sun Kil Moon |
专辑 | Among The Leaves |
The hospital called last night | |
they said you’d gone code silver | |
they sent the police out searchin’ | |
found you down at fifth and minnow | |
High on crack cocaine | |
you and Juan Valdez | |
they sent him back to jail | |
and they put you back to bed | |
They called in the mornin’ | |
said you were found outside | |
and put the phone down | |
Your cat jumped on my lap | |
and I laid down and I took a nap | |
Feelin’ bad and full of shame that I | |
somehow contributed to your pain | |
I wish I could help you with your problems | |
but babe, I got enough of my own | |
I fell asleep and dreamed of you | |
the PA said code blue | |
I hailed a taxicab | |
got there and found you up in west two | |
My beautiful sweet Elaine | |
all that was killin’ you finally drained | |
from your sweet angelic face | |
and I kneeled down and whispered your name | |
I cried and I cried | |
you crawled and found a corner and you died | |
I ought to kiss my sweet Elaine goodbye | |
and I walked out in the rain | |
I walked out in the rain | |
and there you were again | |
lookin’ down on me from high | |
like a cloud in the sky | |
I cried and I cried | |
I remember all the nights | |
that I loved my sweet Elaine | |
and that I kissed my sweet Elaine | |
and then I looked up high | |
saw you floatin’ in the sky | |
and I cried and I cried | |
like a baby I cried | |
Not much to pick from | |
in my view | |
trees that shake | |
when the wind comes through | |
and the boots I got | |
say the water is blue | |
but I only feel alive | |
when the birds fly | |
Not much to pick from | |
in my record collection | |
I sold ‘em all away, | |
don’t want no recollection | |
I put ‘em in the past, | |
don’t wanna hear the songs | |
just wanna play guitar | |
and sing my own | |
The phone rang I picked up | |
it was you | |
you said you were out there waitin’ | |
I hailed a taxi pulled up front | |
there stood a pretty lady | |
smokin’ a cigarette | |
lookin’ eight pounds heavier | |
I helped you into the back | |
and put your bags in the trunk |
The hospital called last night | |
they said you' d gone code silver | |
they sent the police out searchin' | |
found you down at fifth and minnow | |
High on crack cocaine | |
you and Juan Valdez | |
they sent him back to jail | |
and they put you back to bed | |
They called in the mornin' | |
said you were found outside | |
and put the phone down | |
Your cat jumped on my lap | |
and I laid down and I took a nap | |
Feelin' bad and full of shame that I | |
somehow contributed to your pain | |
I wish I could help you with your problems | |
but babe, I got enough of my own | |
I fell asleep and dreamed of you | |
the PA said code blue | |
I hailed a taxicab | |
got there and found you up in west two | |
My beautiful sweet Elaine | |
all that was killin' you finally drained | |
from your sweet angelic face | |
and I kneeled down and whispered your name | |
I cried and I cried | |
you crawled and found a corner and you died | |
I ought to kiss my sweet Elaine goodbye | |
and I walked out in the rain | |
I walked out in the rain | |
and there you were again | |
lookin' down on me from high | |
like a cloud in the sky | |
I cried and I cried | |
I remember all the nights | |
that I loved my sweet Elaine | |
and that I kissed my sweet Elaine | |
and then I looked up high | |
saw you floatin' in the sky | |
and I cried and I cried | |
like a baby I cried | |
Not much to pick from | |
in my view | |
trees that shake | |
when the wind comes through | |
and the boots I got | |
say the water is blue | |
but I only feel alive | |
when the birds fly | |
Not much to pick from | |
in my record collection | |
I sold ' em all away, | |
don' t want no recollection | |
I put ' em in the past, | |
don' t wanna hear the songs | |
just wanna play guitar | |
and sing my own | |
The phone rang I picked up | |
it was you | |
you said you were out there waitin' | |
I hailed a taxi pulled up front | |
there stood a pretty lady | |
smokin' a cigarette | |
lookin' eight pounds heavier | |
I helped you into the back | |
and put your bags in the trunk |