歌曲 | The Cool, Cool River |
歌手 | Paul Simon |
专辑 | The Essential Paul Simon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Simon | |
Moves like a fist through the traffic | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Shoves a little bump into the momentum | |
Its just a little lump | |
But you feel it | |
In the creases and the shadows | |
With a rattling deep emotion | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
Yes boss. the government handshake | |
Yes boss. the crusher of language | |
Yes boss. mr. stillwater, | |
The face at the edge of the banquet | |
The cool, the cool river | |
The cool, the cool river | |
I believe in the future | |
I may live in my car | |
My radio tuned to | |
The voice of a star | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm | |
And these old hopes and fears | |
Still at my side | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Slides through the metal detector | |
Lives like a mole in a motel | |
A slide in a slide projector | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
The rage of love turns inward | |
To prayers of devotion | |
And these prayers are | |
The constant road across the wilderness | |
These prayers are | |
These prayers are the memory of god | |
The memory of god | |
And I believe in the future | |
We shall suffer no more | |
Maybe not in my lifetime | |
But in yours I feel sure | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm | |
And these streets | |
Quiet as a sleeping army | |
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven | |
For the mothers restless son | |
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior | |
Who denies his urge to break and run | |
Who says: hard times? | |
Im used to them | |
The speeding planet burns | |
Im used to that | |
My lifes so common it disappears | |
And sometimes even music | |
Cannot substitute for tears |
zuo ci : Simon | |
Moves like a fist through the traffic | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Shoves a little bump into the momentum | |
Its just a little lump | |
But you feel it | |
In the creases and the shadows | |
With a rattling deep emotion | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
Yes boss. the government handshake | |
Yes boss. the crusher of language | |
Yes boss. mr. stillwater, | |
The face at the edge of the banquet | |
The cool, the cool river | |
The cool, the cool river | |
I believe in the future | |
I may live in my car | |
My radio tuned to | |
The voice of a star | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm | |
And these old hopes and fears | |
Still at my side | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Slides through the metal detector | |
Lives like a mole in a motel | |
A slide in a slide projector | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
The rage of love turns inward | |
To prayers of devotion | |
And these prayers are | |
The constant road across the wilderness | |
These prayers are | |
These prayers are the memory of god | |
The memory of god | |
And I believe in the future | |
We shall suffer no more | |
Maybe not in my lifetime | |
But in yours I feel sure | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm | |
And these streets | |
Quiet as a sleeping army | |
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven | |
For the mothers restless son | |
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior | |
Who denies his urge to break and run | |
Who says: hard times? | |
Im used to them | |
The speeding planet burns | |
Im used to that | |
My lifes so common it disappears | |
And sometimes even music | |
Cannot substitute for tears |
zuò cí : Simon | |
Moves like a fist through the traffic | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Shoves a little bump into the momentum | |
Its just a little lump | |
But you feel it | |
In the creases and the shadows | |
With a rattling deep emotion | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
Yes boss. the government handshake | |
Yes boss. the crusher of language | |
Yes boss. mr. stillwater, | |
The face at the edge of the banquet | |
The cool, the cool river | |
The cool, the cool river | |
I believe in the future | |
I may live in my car | |
My radio tuned to | |
The voice of a star | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm | |
And these old hopes and fears | |
Still at my side | |
Anger and no one can heal it | |
Slides through the metal detector | |
Lives like a mole in a motel | |
A slide in a slide projector | |
The cool, cool river | |
Sweeps the wild, white ocean | |
The rage of love turns inward | |
To prayers of devotion | |
And these prayers are | |
The constant road across the wilderness | |
These prayers are | |
These prayers are the memory of god | |
The memory of god | |
And I believe in the future | |
We shall suffer no more | |
Maybe not in my lifetime | |
But in yours I feel sure | |
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn | |
Lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm | |
And these streets | |
Quiet as a sleeping army | |
Send their battered dreams to heaven, to heaven | |
For the mothers restless son | |
Who is a witness to, who is a warrior | |
Who denies his urge to break and run | |
Who says: hard times? | |
Im used to them | |
The speeding planet burns | |
Im used to that | |
My lifes so common it disappears | |
And sometimes even music | |
Cannot substitute for tears |