歌曲 | Safer in the Forest/Love Song for Poor Michigan |
歌手 | La Dispute |
专辑 | Wildlife |
I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around. | |
I’ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue. | |
I’ve been driving alone out to the edge of town. | |
I’ve been thinking too much of you. | |
Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end; | |
neither wane nor wear. | |
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend; | |
only warm the air. | |
It’s that I’m tired of the feeling here. | |
It’s too near to death, it’s too jobless year-round. | |
It’s not the weather in the city or the highway moan. | |
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone. | |
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone, | |
Are made of flesh and bone. | |
I’ve been thinking of exile. | |
I’ve been thinking hit the highway and head up North. | |
I’ve been thinking cross the bridge and don’t turn back. | |
The only warmth is a warmth alone. | |
He packed up, took 75 northbound to a brand new life and | |
Waved goodbye to the world in the rearview mirror. | |
Saw it clearer in hindsight, | |
The shape of its skyline traced in a flame from the windows ablaze, | |
The people restless and the streetlights glowing like | |
Many beacons in the sea or like a lantern lit | |
For the ones still lost out in the dead of the night. | |
Like lightning striking darkness once, no thunder, no pain. | |
Have you ever watched a slow thaw come around? | |
Have you waited in the cold and hazy blue? | |
There’s an airport there out near the edge of town. | |
I’ve been thinking too much of you. | |
Settled in that still forest like another phantom | |
or another shadow cast by choice. | |
A noiseless chorus blows through the leaves and trees | |
and brings a peace at last | |
From a place where the song kept changing | |
just when he was starting to get it. | |
When he was starting to trust there’d be a day | |
he’d find a way to keep the rust at-bay, | |
There’d be a day he’d find a hum to help him muffle the past. | |
Like thunder underwater, he hears it fading | |
and feels no pain at all. | |
To a Boring, Desperate City, | |
It’s been weeks since I’ve been around you. | |
Has the fear begun to fade away like sunlight | |
when it sinks into the lake? | |
Are they now building up, or breaking down | |
and boarding up the fronts? | |
Has the whole town been foreclosed now? | |
And what happened to those youthful dreams | |
sunk deep in the river weak? | |
Or got tangled up in weeds or else they’re stumbling drunk | |
on Wealthy Street? Or making plans to leave? | |
I need to leave. I can’t marry this place. | |
I won’t bury the past. I just need a change of scenery. | |
I will hold these old streets sweetly in my head like her. | |
And I will praise their bravery always and again. | |
Let tongues confess the plague of joblessness | |
a temporary illness. | |
Let us wave their flag from there to here then over | |
and again and let us hope for better things | |
though we may not ever get them. | |
We will rise again from ashes one day. | |
Until then, just roll me away | |
I need to leave but swear I will carry you in me until the end. | |
So, Tuebor, my home! | |
Your desperate friend, |
I' ve been watching a slow thaw come around. | |
I' ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue. | |
I' ve been driving alone out to the edge of town. | |
I' ve been thinking too much of you. | |
Last snowfall left splinters and some winters never end | |
neither wane nor wear. | |
And sunshine is like lovers and some summers just pretend | |
only warm the air. | |
It' s that I' m tired of the feeling here. | |
It' s too near to death, it' s too jobless yearround. | |
It' s not the weather in the city or the highway moan. | |
Not the streets or the buildings, neither wooden nor stone. | |
Every reason to leave this place behind, why I should be alone, | |
Are made of flesh and bone. | |
I' ve been thinking of exile. | |
I' ve been thinking hit the highway and head up North. | |
I' ve been thinking cross the bridge and don' t turn back. | |
The only warmth is a warmth alone. | |
He packed up, took 75 northbound to a brand new life and | |
Waved goodbye to the world in the rearview mirror. | |
Saw it clearer in hindsight, | |
The shape of its skyline traced in a flame from the windows ablaze, | |
The people restless and the streetlights glowing like | |
Many beacons in the sea or like a lantern lit | |
For the ones still lost out in the dead of the night. | |
Like lightning striking darkness once, no thunder, no pain. | |
Have you ever watched a slow thaw come around? | |
Have you waited in the cold and hazy blue? | |
There' s an airport there out near the edge of town. | |
I' ve been thinking too much of you. | |
Settled in that still forest like another phantom | |
or another shadow cast by choice. | |
A noiseless chorus blows through the leaves and trees | |
and brings a peace at last | |
From a place where the song kept changing | |
just when he was starting to get it. | |
When he was starting to trust there' d be a day | |
he' d find a way to keep the rust atbay, | |
There' d be a day he' d find a hum to help him muffle the past. | |
Like thunder underwater, he hears it fading | |
and feels no pain at all. | |
To a Boring, Desperate City, | |
It' s been weeks since I' ve been around you. | |
Has the fear begun to fade away like sunlight | |
when it sinks into the lake? | |
Are they now building up, or breaking down | |
and boarding up the fronts? | |
Has the whole town been foreclosed now? | |
And what happened to those youthful dreams | |
sunk deep in the river weak? | |
Or got tangled up in weeds or else they' re stumbling drunk | |
on Wealthy Street? Or making plans to leave? | |
I need to leave. I can' t marry this place. | |
I won' t bury the past. I just need a change of scenery. | |
I will hold these old streets sweetly in my head like her. | |
And I will praise their bravery always and again. | |
Let tongues confess the plague of joblessness | |
a temporary illness. | |
Let us wave their flag from there to here then over | |
and again and let us hope for better things | |
though we may not ever get them. | |
We will rise again from ashes one day. | |
Until then, just roll me away | |
I need to leave but swear I will carry you in me until the end. | |
So, Tuebor, my home! | |
Your desperate friend, |