歌曲 | Another Horsedreamer's Blues |
歌手 | Counting Crows |
专辑 | Recovering The Satellites |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Duritz | |
Margery's dreaming of the middle of the day, | |
Tiyuri to win, perfect Dozen to place, | |
Money is the matter that's been on her mind, | |
Time ticks by her one race at a time. | |
She's tryin' to be a good girl, | |
And give 'em what they want, | |
But Margery's dreaming of horses. | |
Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye, | |
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by, | |
She's tired and lonely, Scared and depressed, | |
Her visions of one day go racing the next. | |
She's trying to be a good girl, | |
And give 'em what they want, | |
But Margery's dreaming of horses. | |
Margie doesn't say anything all the way home, | |
So afraid she'll awake to find she's all alone. | |
Margery's wingspan's all feathers and coke cans, and, | |
TV dinners and letters she won't send, and, | |
Every race night is shot through with sunlight, | |
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for, | |
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and, | |
Boys who can't tell one girl from another, | |
So she takes her pills, careful and round, | |
One of these days she's gonna throw the whole bottle down. | |
But she's trying to be a good girl, | |
And give 'em what they want, | |
But Margery's dreaming of. | |
Trying to be a good girl, | |
And give 'em what they want, | |
But Margery's dreaming of horses. |
zuo ci : Duritz | |
Margery' s dreaming of the middle of the day, | |
Tiyuri to win, perfect Dozen to place, | |
Money is the matter that' s been on her mind, | |
Time ticks by her one race at a time. | |
She' s tryin' to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. | |
Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye, | |
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by, | |
She' s tired and lonely, Scared and depressed, | |
Her visions of one day go racing the next. | |
She' s trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. | |
Margie doesn' t say anything all the way home, | |
So afraid she' ll awake to find she' s all alone. | |
Margery' s wingspan' s all feathers and coke cans, and, | |
TV dinners and letters she won' t send, and, | |
Every race night is shot through with sunlight, | |
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for, | |
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and, | |
Boys who can' t tell one girl from another, | |
So she takes her pills, careful and round, | |
One of these days she' s gonna throw the whole bottle down. | |
But she' s trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of. | |
Trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. |
zuò cí : Duritz | |
Margery' s dreaming of the middle of the day, | |
Tiyuri to win, perfect Dozen to place, | |
Money is the matter that' s been on her mind, | |
Time ticks by her one race at a time. | |
She' s tryin' to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. | |
Lookin' at a green sky, sun like a red eye, | |
Bright blue horses are the fortune she lives by, | |
She' s tired and lonely, Scared and depressed, | |
Her visions of one day go racing the next. | |
She' s trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. | |
Margie doesn' t say anything all the way home, | |
So afraid she' ll awake to find she' s all alone. | |
Margery' s wingspan' s all feathers and coke cans, and, | |
TV dinners and letters she won' t send, and, | |
Every race night is shot through with sunlight, | |
Trying to hit the big one one last time tonight for, | |
Drunken fathers and stupid mothers and, | |
Boys who can' t tell one girl from another, | |
So she takes her pills, careful and round, | |
One of these days she' s gonna throw the whole bottle down. | |
But she' s trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of. | |
Trying to be a good girl, | |
And give ' em what they want, | |
But Margery' s dreaming of horses. |