Bridges, Squares 歌词

歌曲	Bridges, Squares
歌手	Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
专辑	Hearts of Oak
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Leo
	As I walked on to Kendall square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Charles was black, the sky was blue
	The view was old, the bridge was new
	And past the flow's constricted mouth
	Commercial lines flowed mostly south
	Or east across a boundless sea
	Where rising soon, the star would be
	The tides are moved by sun and moon
	The spring will last from March to June
	The red line train will pass behind
	As long as bridge joins stream and sky
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the works of man
	I wondered how this walk began
	'Til red line train came 'round again
	But it's not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I can take, so I could give
	If I could shop where I could live
	As I can read, so I'd write books
	If I could eat where I could cook
	Where talkers have a place to meet
	Where walkers walk along the street
	And subways travel paths well hid
	And ferries take you off the grid
	But it's not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of
	Predictable waves of historicity
	Or nostalgia for gaslit times I'll never ever see
	Futurians manifest
	Internationalists
	Connected are the promenades and waterways
	The living waves of harbor nights and city days
	And where is the builder, was there something missed?
	Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
	But it's not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I walked on to Founders' Square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
	The bridge was old, the view was new
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the builders' plan
	I wondered how this walk would end
	'Til path train came around again
	But it's not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history

	zuo qu : Leo
	As I walked on to Kendall square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Charles was black, the sky was blue
	The view was old, the bridge was new
	And past the flow' s constricted mouth
	Commercial lines flowed mostly south
	Or east across a boundless sea
	Where rising soon, the star would be
	The tides are moved by sun and moon
	The spring will last from March to June
	The red line train will pass behind
	As long as bridge joins stream and sky
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the works of man
	I wondered how this walk began
	' Til red line train came ' round again
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I can take, so I could give
	If I could shop where I could live
	As I can read, so I' d write books
	If I could eat where I could cook
	Where talkers have a place to meet
	Where walkers walk along the street
	And subways travel paths well hid
	And ferries take you off the grid
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of
	Predictable waves of historicity
	Or nostalgia for gaslit times I' ll never ever see
	Futurians manifest
	Internationalists
	Connected are the promenades and waterways
	The living waves of harbor nights and city days
	And where is the builder, was there something missed?
	Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I walked on to Founders' Square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
	The bridge was old, the view was new
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the builders' plan
	I wondered how this walk would end
	' Til path train came around again
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history

	zuò qǔ : Leo
	As I walked on to Kendall square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Charles was black, the sky was blue
	The view was old, the bridge was new
	And past the flow' s constricted mouth
	Commercial lines flowed mostly south
	Or east across a boundless sea
	Where rising soon, the star would be
	The tides are moved by sun and moon
	The spring will last from March to June
	The red line train will pass behind
	As long as bridge joins stream and sky
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the works of man
	I wondered how this walk began
	' Til red line train came ' round again
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I can take, so I could give
	If I could shop where I could live
	As I can read, so I' d write books
	If I could eat where I could cook
	Where talkers have a place to meet
	Where walkers walk along the street
	And subways travel paths well hid
	And ferries take you off the grid
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of
	Predictable waves of historicity
	Or nostalgia for gaslit times I' ll never ever see
	Futurians manifest
	Internationalists
	Connected are the promenades and waterways
	The living waves of harbor nights and city days
	And where is the builder, was there something missed?
	Hidden in the plans to the bridge that started this
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history
	As I walked on to Founders' Square
	And crossed the river basin there
	The Passaic was gray, the sky was blue
	The bridge was old, the view was new
	And from that point where I did stand
	I wondered at the builders' plan
	I wondered how this walk would end
	' Til path train came around again
	But it' s not the time to ossify
	Not the end of wondering why
	Not in your faith or your apostasy
	Not the end of history

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