Trailways Bus 歌词

歌曲	Trailways Bus
歌手	Paul Simon
专辑	Songs From The Capeman
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Simon, Walcott
	Lazarus
	A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
	With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
	Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
	And he wakes to find he's in rolling farmland
	The farmer sleeps against his wife
	He wonders what their life must be
	A trailways bus is heading south
	Into washington, d.c.
	A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
	Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.
	The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face
	And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.
	The father motionless as stone,
	A shepherd resting with his flock,
	The trailways bus is turning west-
	Dallas via little rock.
	Wahzinak
	O my darling, darling sal
	The desert moon is my witness.
	I've no money to come east,
	But i know you'll soon be here
	Lazarus
	We pull into downtown dallas by the side of the grassy knoll
	Where the leader fell and a town was broken.
	Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
	He hears music playing and spanish spoken
	The border patrol outside of tucson boarded the bus
	Border patrolman
	Any aliens here? you better check with us,
	How about you son?
	You look like you got spanish blood.
	Do you 'habla ingles,' am i understood?
	Sal
	Yes, i am an alien, from mars.
	I come to earth from outer space.
	And if i traveled my whole life
	You guys would still be on my case
	You guys would still be on my case
	Lazarus
	But he can't leave his fears behind,
	He recalls each fatal thrust
	The screams carried by the wind,
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust.
	Lead vocal, acoustic guitar-paul simon
	Vocal-sara ramirez
	Guitar-vincent nguini
	Guitar, acoustic guitar solo-arlen roth
	Pedal steel-robby turner
	Bass-bakithi kumalo
	Trumpet-bill holloman
	Accordion-mike ramos
	Fender rhodes-oriente lopez
	Shaker-crusher bennett
	Drums-shannon ford

	zuo ci : Simon, Walcott
	Lazarus
	A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
	With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
	Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
	And he wakes to find he' s in rolling farmland
	The farmer sleeps against his wife
	He wonders what their life must be
	A trailways bus is heading south
	Into washington, d. c.
	A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
	Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.
	The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face
	And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.
	The father motionless as stone,
	A shepherd resting with his flock,
	The trailways bus is turning west
	Dallas via little rock.
	Wahzinak
	O my darling, darling sal
	The desert moon is my witness.
	I' ve no money to come east,
	But i know you' ll soon be here
	Lazarus
	We pull into downtown dallas by the side of the grassy knoll
	Where the leader fell and a town was broken.
	Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
	He hears music playing and spanish spoken
	The border patrol outside of tucson boarded the bus
	Border patrolman
	Any aliens here? you better check with us,
	How about you son?
	You look like you got spanish blood.
	Do you ' habla ingles,' am i understood?
	Sal
	Yes, i am an alien, from mars.
	I come to earth from outer space.
	And if i traveled my whole life
	You guys would still be on my case
	You guys would still be on my case
	Lazarus
	But he can' t leave his fears behind,
	He recalls each fatal thrust
	The screams carried by the wind,
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust.
	Lead vocal, acoustic guitarpaul simon
	Vocalsara ramirez
	Guitarvincent nguini
	Guitar, acoustic guitar soloarlen roth
	Pedal steelrobby turner
	Bassbakithi kumalo
	Trumpetbill holloman
	Accordionmike ramos
	Fender rhodesoriente lopez
	Shakercrusher bennett
	Drumsshannon ford

	zuò cí : Simon, Walcott
	Lazarus
	A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
	With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
	Over the crest of the mountain the moon begins its climb
	And he wakes to find he' s in rolling farmland
	The farmer sleeps against his wife
	He wonders what their life must be
	A trailways bus is heading south
	Into washington, d. c.
	A mother and child, the baby maybe two months old
	Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding.
	The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face
	And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom.
	The father motionless as stone,
	A shepherd resting with his flock,
	The trailways bus is turning west
	Dallas via little rock.
	Wahzinak
	O my darling, darling sal
	The desert moon is my witness.
	I' ve no money to come east,
	But i know you' ll soon be here
	Lazarus
	We pull into downtown dallas by the side of the grassy knoll
	Where the leader fell and a town was broken.
	Away from the feel and flow of life for so many years
	He hears music playing and spanish spoken
	The border patrol outside of tucson boarded the bus
	Border patrolman
	Any aliens here? you better check with us,
	How about you son?
	You look like you got spanish blood.
	Do you ' habla ingles,' am i understood?
	Sal
	Yes, i am an alien, from mars.
	I come to earth from outer space.
	And if i traveled my whole life
	You guys would still be on my case
	You guys would still be on my case
	Lazarus
	But he can' t leave his fears behind,
	He recalls each fatal thrust
	The screams carried by the wind,
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust
	Phantom figures in the dust.
	Lead vocal, acoustic guitarpaul simon
	Vocalsara ramirez
	Guitarvincent nguini
	Guitar, acoustic guitar soloarlen roth
	Pedal steelrobby turner
	Bassbakithi kumalo
	Trumpetbill holloman
	Accordionmike ramos
	Fender rhodesoriente lopez
	Shakercrusher bennett
	Drumsshannon ford

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