歌曲 | One Stage Before |
歌手 | Al Stewart |
专辑 | The Essential |
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作词 : Stewart | |
It seems to me as though | |
I've been upon this stage before | |
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
I see those half-familiar faces in the second row | |
Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes | |
But where or when we met like this last time | |
I just don't know | |
It's like a chord that rings and never dies | |
For infinity | |
And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms | |
And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames | |
But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
In some play in | |
Paris or Madrid? | |
And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
And is it all still locked inside my head | |
For infinity | |
And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
I say And nothing | |
I do or try can get through the spell | |
So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
And play again like all the times before | |
But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
Of infinity |
zuo ci : Stewart | |
It seems to me as though | |
I' ve been upon this stage before | |
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
I see those halffamiliar faces in the second row | |
Ghostlike with the footlights in their eyes | |
But where or when we met like this last time | |
I just don' t know | |
It' s like a chord that rings and never dies | |
For infinity | |
And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressingrooms | |
And vanish to specks of light in the pictureframes | |
But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
In some play in | |
Paris or Madrid? | |
And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
And is it all still locked inside my head | |
For infinity | |
And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
I say And nothing | |
I do or try can get through the spell | |
So one more time we' ll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
And play again like all the times before | |
But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
Of infinity |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
It seems to me as though | |
I' ve been upon this stage before | |
And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
I see those halffamiliar faces in the second row | |
Ghostlike with the footlights in their eyes | |
But where or when we met like this last time | |
I just don' t know | |
It' s like a chord that rings and never dies | |
For infinity | |
And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressingrooms | |
And vanish to specks of light in the pictureframes | |
But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
In some play in | |
Paris or Madrid? | |
And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
And is it all still locked inside my head | |
For infinity | |
And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
I say And nothing | |
I do or try can get through the spell | |
So one more time we' ll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
And play again like all the times before | |
But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
Of infinity |