歌曲 | Oretown |
歌手 | The Pogues |
专辑 | Pogue Mahone |
作词 : Finer | |
The night stank of diesel | |
And a stranger came to town | |
A cold wind blowing | |
And the rain pouring down | |
Street lights flicker | |
And the power lines moan | |
The moon beat down | |
On a river of bone | |
Someone put the lights out | |
No one make a sound | |
You won't find a thing | |
Down in oretown | |
Foundry spits fire and smoke | |
Air's foul and choking | |
Sky full of sulphur | |
Mountains flat and broken | |
Black fogs and whirlwinds | |
Thunder and rain | |
Open drink madness | |
And purple mad pain | |
The circus is over | |
Exit the clowns | |
Nobody's laughing | |
Down in oretown | |
The ship's in the harbour | |
Cargo's been pawned | |
Barrooms spilling sailors | |
All shipwrecked at dawn | |
Smelling of salt and rust | |
Uniforms torn | |
Came looking for flowers | |
Only found thorns | |
Dreaming of mermaids | |
In pearly white gowns | |
Tain is sleeping | |
Down in oretown | |
There's a madman down on mainstreet | |
Eyes all aflame | |
Laughing in the thunder | |
Of the number 9 train | |
Selling old postcards in rusty frames | |
A thousand views of oretown | |
And they all look the same | |
Dressed up in sandals | |
And a barbed wire crown | |
A lot of people loose their minds | |
Down in oretown | |
Lock up the lawman | |
Let go the thief | |
Rounding up the grey men | |
Nail them to a tree | |
This town was a palace | |
This town was aglow | |
Then the sky burned orange | |
And the iron river flowed | |
The night stank of diesel | |
A stranger came to town | |
The night folded over | |
Down in oretown |
zuò cí : Finer | |
The night stank of diesel | |
And a stranger came to town | |
A cold wind blowing | |
And the rain pouring down | |
Street lights flicker | |
And the power lines moan | |
The moon beat down | |
On a river of bone | |
Someone put the lights out | |
No one make a sound | |
You won' t find a thing | |
Down in oretown | |
Foundry spits fire and smoke | |
Air' s foul and choking | |
Sky full of sulphur | |
Mountains flat and broken | |
Black fogs and whirlwinds | |
Thunder and rain | |
Open drink madness | |
And purple mad pain | |
The circus is over | |
Exit the clowns | |
Nobody' s laughing | |
Down in oretown | |
The ship' s in the harbour | |
Cargo' s been pawned | |
Barrooms spilling sailors | |
All shipwrecked at dawn | |
Smelling of salt and rust | |
Uniforms torn | |
Came looking for flowers | |
Only found thorns | |
Dreaming of mermaids | |
In pearly white gowns | |
Tain is sleeping | |
Down in oretown | |
There' s a madman down on mainstreet | |
Eyes all aflame | |
Laughing in the thunder | |
Of the number 9 train | |
Selling old postcards in rusty frames | |
A thousand views of oretown | |
And they all look the same | |
Dressed up in sandals | |
And a barbed wire crown | |
A lot of people loose their minds | |
Down in oretown | |
Lock up the lawman | |
Let go the thief | |
Rounding up the grey men | |
Nail them to a tree | |
This town was a palace | |
This town was aglow | |
Then the sky burned orange | |
And the iron river flowed | |
The night stank of diesel | |
A stranger came to town | |
The night folded over | |
Down in oretown |