歌曲 | I'm Dreaming of a White Sailor |
歌手 | The Residents |
专辑 | Our Finest Flowers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Residents | |
Sometimes I feel his feet | |
When I'm fast asleep | |
I know that I'm dreaming | |
But the touch is soft and sweet | |
I went to see the silent sailor | |
And the sailor said | |
"Do not forget my face, my friend | |
For if you do I'm dead" | |
"Well, I don't see how that could be" | |
I said to him as well | |
As peeling off a piece of paper | |
Stuck to my lapel | |
The sailor fell upon his knees | |
Then he fell beside | |
The cedar chest that he had carved | |
Then I think he died | |
Well, this was curious, I thought | |
So I wandered in | |
And saw that there was something written | |
On his wrinkled skin | |
Well, I thought the thoughts of little children | |
And the thoughts of men | |
I thought the thoughts of stupid people | |
Who have never been | |
So much in love as they should be | |
And got confused too easily | |
To fall in love again | |
To fall in love again | |
And so I say goodbye to you | |
And hope that maybe someday soon | |
We will meet again up there | |
For death is fair and friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
... |
zuo ci : Residents | |
Sometimes I feel his feet | |
When I' m fast asleep | |
I know that I' m dreaming | |
But the touch is soft and sweet | |
I went to see the silent sailor | |
And the sailor said | |
" Do not forget my face, my friend | |
For if you do I' m dead" | |
" Well, I don' t see how that could be" | |
I said to him as well | |
As peeling off a piece of paper | |
Stuck to my lapel | |
The sailor fell upon his knees | |
Then he fell beside | |
The cedar chest that he had carved | |
Then I think he died | |
Well, this was curious, I thought | |
So I wandered in | |
And saw that there was something written | |
On his wrinkled skin | |
Well, I thought the thoughts of little children | |
And the thoughts of men | |
I thought the thoughts of stupid people | |
Who have never been | |
So much in love as they should be | |
And got confused too easily | |
To fall in love again | |
To fall in love again | |
And so I say goodbye to you | |
And hope that maybe someday soon | |
We will meet again up there | |
For death is fair and friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
... |
zuò cí : Residents | |
Sometimes I feel his feet | |
When I' m fast asleep | |
I know that I' m dreaming | |
But the touch is soft and sweet | |
I went to see the silent sailor | |
And the sailor said | |
" Do not forget my face, my friend | |
For if you do I' m dead" | |
" Well, I don' t see how that could be" | |
I said to him as well | |
As peeling off a piece of paper | |
Stuck to my lapel | |
The sailor fell upon his knees | |
Then he fell beside | |
The cedar chest that he had carved | |
Then I think he died | |
Well, this was curious, I thought | |
So I wandered in | |
And saw that there was something written | |
On his wrinkled skin | |
Well, I thought the thoughts of little children | |
And the thoughts of men | |
I thought the thoughts of stupid people | |
Who have never been | |
So much in love as they should be | |
And got confused too easily | |
To fall in love again | |
To fall in love again | |
And so I say goodbye to you | |
And hope that maybe someday soon | |
We will meet again up there | |
For death is fair and friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
Friends are few | |
... |