歌曲 | No Sleep Blues |
歌手 | The Incredible String Band |
专辑 | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
作词 : Williamson | |
Cracks rack the windows, | |
Howls hold the floor; | |
Rains rot the rafters, | |
And do you just have to snore? | |
It's a most inclement climate, | |
for the season of the night, | |
Is that mouse playing football, oh | |
I thought they didn't like the light? | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
There's mayhem in this mansion, | |
Since the cows were coming home, | |
With delirium no sleepum, | |
In a cloud of nylon foam. | |
But release scours the outhouse, | |
And a hard rain sears the sky, | |
But if you let the pigs decide it, | |
They will put you in the sty. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
I think I'll get a picture, | |
And I think I'll put it on a nail. | |
I think I'll get another one, | |
And put it in a pail. | |
But the pail got so rusty | |
I called it red, red, red for fun, | |
And I laughed like a leaver | |
till you ought to seen it run. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I'm sorry I woke you. | |
I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
The size of the future declared itself no part, | |
Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart, | |
But the heart got so hearty, | |
that it pulled for the shore, | |
And the sailors fired a big salute, | |
and it made my ears quite sore. | |
And the dawn was sneaking up | |
When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and I want to lay down, | |
But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I've got the no sleep blues. | |
I mixed stones and water | |
just to see what it would do. | |
And the water it got stoney, | |
and the stones got watery too. | |
So I mixed my feet with water | |
just to see what could be seen, | |
And the water it got dirty, | |
and the feet they got quite clean. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I'm not looking; | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I'm sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I've got the no sleep blues |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
Cracks rack the windows, | |
Howls hold the floor | |
Rains rot the rafters, | |
And do you just have to snore? | |
It' s a most inclement climate, | |
for the season of the night, | |
Is that mouse playing football, oh | |
I thought they didn' t like the light? | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I' m not looking | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
There' s mayhem in this mansion, | |
Since the cows were coming home, | |
With delirium no sleepum, | |
In a cloud of nylon foam. | |
But release scours the outhouse, | |
And a hard rain sears the sky, | |
But if you let the pigs decide it, | |
They will put you in the sty. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I' m not looking | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
I think I' ll get a picture, | |
And I think I' ll put it on a nail. | |
I think I' ll get another one, | |
And put it in a pail. | |
But the pail got so rusty | |
I called it red, red, red for fun, | |
And I laughed like a leaver | |
till you ought to seen it run. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I' m not looking | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I' m sorry I woke you. | |
I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
The size of the future declared itself no part, | |
Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart, | |
But the heart got so hearty, | |
that it pulled for the shore, | |
And the sailors fired a big salute, | |
and it made my ears quite sore. | |
And the dawn was sneaking up | |
When it thinks I' m not looking | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and I want to lay down, | |
But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues. | |
I mixed stones and water | |
just to see what it would do. | |
And the water it got stoney, | |
and the stones got watery too. | |
So I mixed my feet with water | |
just to see what could be seen, | |
And the water it got dirty, | |
and the feet they got quite clean. | |
And the dawn comes sneaking up | |
When it thinks I' m not looking | |
I am starting to grieve, man, | |
I used to know but now I believe, man. | |
They tell me sleep is a gas, | |
and if I want to lay down, | |
But I' m sorry I woke you, | |
I mean I' ve got the no sleep blues |