歌曲 | Jackie Skates |
歌手 | Janis Ian |
专辑 | Folk Is The New Black |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel | |
It's the road that makes the rhythm | |
It's the chalk marks on her soul | |
It's the task that he's been given | |
To keep her memory whole | |
She was younger than forever | |
She was older than goodbye | |
And she never saw the trucker | |
As he wove across the line | |
Just another L.A. drifter | |
With the freeway in her blood | |
And she never knew what hit her | |
When she ran right out of luck | |
It was Jackie called the parents | |
It was Jackie won the prize | |
It was Jackie fed the silence | |
When they could not meet his eyes | |
It was Jackie took the body | |
It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
And he never really loved her | |
Though he liked her well enough | |
Sometimes at night he sees her | |
From the corner of his eye | |
And he's just about to tell her | |
That he has no alibi | |
It's fate that makes the moment | |
That's what he wants to cry | |
But the words he needs are frozen | |
He can't even say goodbye | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel |
zuo ci : Ian | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel | |
It' s the road that makes the rhythm | |
It' s the chalk marks on her soul | |
It' s the task that he' s been given | |
To keep her memory whole | |
She was younger than forever | |
She was older than goodbye | |
And she never saw the trucker | |
As he wove across the line | |
Just another L. A. drifter | |
With the freeway in her blood | |
And she never knew what hit her | |
When she ran right out of luck | |
It was Jackie called the parents | |
It was Jackie won the prize | |
It was Jackie fed the silence | |
When they could not meet his eyes | |
It was Jackie took the body | |
It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
And he never really loved her | |
Though he liked her well enough | |
Sometimes at night he sees her | |
From the corner of his eye | |
And he' s just about to tell her | |
That he has no alibi | |
It' s fate that makes the moment | |
That' s what he wants to cry | |
But the words he needs are frozen | |
He can' t even say goodbye | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel |
zuò cí : Ian | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel | |
It' s the road that makes the rhythm | |
It' s the chalk marks on her soul | |
It' s the task that he' s been given | |
To keep her memory whole | |
She was younger than forever | |
She was older than goodbye | |
And she never saw the trucker | |
As he wove across the line | |
Just another L. A. drifter | |
With the freeway in her blood | |
And she never knew what hit her | |
When she ran right out of luck | |
It was Jackie called the parents | |
It was Jackie won the prize | |
It was Jackie fed the silence | |
When they could not meet his eyes | |
It was Jackie took the body | |
It was Jackie packed her stuff | |
And he never really loved her | |
Though he liked her well enough | |
Sometimes at night he sees her | |
From the corner of his eye | |
And he' s just about to tell her | |
That he has no alibi | |
It' s fate that makes the moment | |
That' s what he wants to cry | |
But the words he needs are frozen | |
He can' t even say goodbye | |
Jackie skates across the freeway | |
Like a suicide in steel | |
Scatters ashes of her memory | |
To the wind behind the wheel |