Family Portrait 歌词
| 歌曲 | Family Portrait |
| 歌手 | Radical Face |
| 专辑 | The Family Tree: The Roots |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| So we start with my father as a boy | |
| Barely spoke a word of English | |
| Fell in love from a distance | |
| He watched her working from the back fence | |
| He learned some words | |
| And some clever turns of phrase | |
| From his father’s book of poets | |
| She wasn’t taken in that instant | |
| But grew impressed with his persistence | |
| They met each other out by moonlight | |
| Made love in the nearby woods | |
| Then the folks became suspicious | |
| When her cycle broken so young (?) | |
| They stole away without their goodbyes | |
| Got married in a foreign town | |
| Made their way as best as they could | |
| Found jobs and settled down | |
| And then time moved on | |
| I was born in a river of blood | |
| On sheets from the wedding day | |
| The room was dark and the stench was thick | |
| My father couldn’t stand the smell of it | |
| Mama died in the night cos the nearest | |
| Doctor couldn’t stem the blood loss | |
| Father cried out on the back porch | |
| My sister held me at the neighbor’s house | |
| Oh my, there was a storm then | |
| It was a flood of a different kind | |
| Father’s eyes were often vacant | |
| But his hands were rarely quiet | |
| Sister learned to take her hits well | |
| Both from life and the physical kind | |
| But I was never one to lie down | |
| Despite who picked the fight | |
| So we designed our hells | |
| Father turned into a drinker | |
| A dark bastard with a wooden heart | |
| Sister learned to be a mother | |
| Before she’d ever played another part | |
| And I became a little terror | |
| I lashed out at whatever’s around | |
| Took some time before I settled | |
| And found a mind that was somewhat sound | |
| And as it always does | |
| Time rushed on | |
| Six years later father died in the very same bedroom | |
| Many said it was the grief that did it | |
| I have to say it’s cos he hung himself | |
| To be honest neither sister or myself | |
| Ever much regret his passin’ | |
| But I admit it was a nice thing | |
| To always know that we could feed ourselves |
| So we start with my father as a boy | |
| Barely spoke a word of English | |
| Fell in love from a distance | |
| He watched her working from the back fence | |
| He learned some words | |
| And some clever turns of phrase | |
| From his father' s book of poets | |
| She wasn' t taken in that instant | |
| But grew impressed with his persistence | |
| They met each other out by moonlight | |
| Made love in the nearby woods | |
| Then the folks became suspicious | |
| When her cycle broken so young ? | |
| They stole away without their goodbyes | |
| Got married in a foreign town | |
| Made their way as best as they could | |
| Found jobs and settled down | |
| And then time moved on | |
| I was born in a river of blood | |
| On sheets from the wedding day | |
| The room was dark and the stench was thick | |
| My father couldn' t stand the smell of it | |
| Mama died in the night cos the nearest | |
| Doctor couldn' t stem the blood loss | |
| Father cried out on the back porch | |
| My sister held me at the neighbor' s house | |
| Oh my, there was a storm then | |
| It was a flood of a different kind | |
| Father' s eyes were often vacant | |
| But his hands were rarely quiet | |
| Sister learned to take her hits well | |
| Both from life and the physical kind | |
| But I was never one to lie down | |
| Despite who picked the fight | |
| So we designed our hells | |
| Father turned into a drinker | |
| A dark bastard with a wooden heart | |
| Sister learned to be a mother | |
| Before she' d ever played another part | |
| And I became a little terror | |
| I lashed out at whatever' s around | |
| Took some time before I settled | |
| And found a mind that was somewhat sound | |
| And as it always does | |
| Time rushed on | |
| Six years later father died in the very same bedroom | |
| Many said it was the grief that did it | |
| I have to say it' s cos he hung himself | |
| To be honest neither sister or myself | |
| Ever much regret his passin' | |
| But I admit it was a nice thing | |
| To always know that we could feed ourselves |
| So we start with my father as a boy | |
| Barely spoke a word of English | |
| Fell in love from a distance | |
| He watched her working from the back fence | |
| He learned some words | |
| And some clever turns of phrase | |
| From his father' s book of poets | |
| She wasn' t taken in that instant | |
| But grew impressed with his persistence | |
| They met each other out by moonlight | |
| Made love in the nearby woods | |
| Then the folks became suspicious | |
| When her cycle broken so young ? | |
| They stole away without their goodbyes | |
| Got married in a foreign town | |
| Made their way as best as they could | |
| Found jobs and settled down | |
| And then time moved on | |
| I was born in a river of blood | |
| On sheets from the wedding day | |
| The room was dark and the stench was thick | |
| My father couldn' t stand the smell of it | |
| Mama died in the night cos the nearest | |
| Doctor couldn' t stem the blood loss | |
| Father cried out on the back porch | |
| My sister held me at the neighbor' s house | |
| Oh my, there was a storm then | |
| It was a flood of a different kind | |
| Father' s eyes were often vacant | |
| But his hands were rarely quiet | |
| Sister learned to take her hits well | |
| Both from life and the physical kind | |
| But I was never one to lie down | |
| Despite who picked the fight | |
| So we designed our hells | |
| Father turned into a drinker | |
| A dark bastard with a wooden heart | |
| Sister learned to be a mother | |
| Before she' d ever played another part | |
| And I became a little terror | |
| I lashed out at whatever' s around | |
| Took some time before I settled | |
| And found a mind that was somewhat sound | |
| And as it always does | |
| Time rushed on | |
| Six years later father died in the very same bedroom | |
| Many said it was the grief that did it | |
| I have to say it' s cos he hung himself | |
| To be honest neither sister or myself | |
| Ever much regret his passin' | |
| But I admit it was a nice thing | |
| To always know that we could feed ourselves |
| [00:55.42] | 故事从父亲还是个男孩的时候开始 |
| [00:59.54] | 那时他只能说出几个英语单词 |
| [01:01.87] | 他在远方坠入爱河 |
| [01:03.80] | 看着她从后篱走来 |
| [01:07.03] | 他学会了些词句 |
| [01:08.33] | 还有些巧妙的措辞 |
| [01:10.28] | 那是从他父亲的诗集里找到的 |
| [01:13.16] | 一时间她没有被他吸引 |
| [01:15.92] | 却逐渐被他的执着所感动 |
| [01:19.36] | 他们在月光下相会 |
| [01:22.10] | 在附近的树林中缠绵 |
| [01:25.16] | 不久他们的父母起了疑心 |
| [01:28.04] | |
| [01:30.60] | 连一声告别都没有他们偷偷离去 |
| [01:33.43] | 在远方的城市结婚 |
| [01:36.84] | 尽力争取最好的生活 |
| [01:39.70] | 找到工作 安顿下来 |
| [01:44.04] | 时光就这样过去了 |
| [02:12.19] | 我在鲜血的河流里出生 |
| [02:14.99] | 出生在他们婚礼那天得到的被褥上 |
| [02:17.82] | 房间充满黑暗 恶臭扑鼻 |
| [02:20.72] | 那气味让父亲无法站稳 |
| [02:23.61] | 母亲在那天晚上死去了 |
| [02:26.90] | 赶来的医生无法止住他她流淌的鲜血 |
| [02:29.54] | 父亲在后院的走廊里哭泣 |
| [02:32.27] | 姐姐在邻居的房子里紧抱着我 |
| [02:35.50] | 然后风暴来临了 |
| [02:37.89] | 那是一种洪水般的灾难 |
| [02:41.20] | 父亲的眼里总是充满空虚 |
| [02:44.13] | 但他的双手总是很安静 |
| [02:47.01] | 姐姐学会了如何承受她的伤痛 |
| [02:49.87] | 无论是生活带给她的 还是身上的伤痛 |
| [02:52.88] | 我没有死去 |
| [02:55.93] | 不知道是谁挑起了这场战争 |
| [02:58.75] | 我们设计着我们的苦难 |
| [03:29.34] | 父亲成为了一个酒徒 |
| [03:31.80] | 成为了一个恶毒的人 有着麻木的心 |
| [03:34.67] | 姐姐学会了怎样做一个母亲 |
| [03:37.57] | 尽管她还没有成为其他的角色 |
| [03:40.56] | 我成为了一个小小的灾难 |
| [03:43.43] | 毁坏着周围的一切事物 |
| [03:46.43] | 在我平静下来之前 |
| [03:49.30] | 我找到了一个声音 从某处传来 |
| [03:52.40] | 它总是这样 |
| [03:56.84] | 时光前行着 |
| [04:09.85] | 六年后 父亲在同一间卧室中死去 |
| [04:15.66] | 人们说他因为悲痛离去 |
| [04:18.60] | 我只想说 他只是用绳子吊死了自己 |
| [04:21.51] | 对姐姐和自己诚实的说 |
| [04:24.69] | 父亲的离去带给我们遗憾 但除去遗憾之外 |
| [04:27.32] | 我承认那也是一件好事 |
| [04:30.43] | 因为从此我们能保证自己的温饱 |
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