歌曲 | Green And Grey |
歌手 | New Model Army |
专辑 | History - The Best Of New Model Army |
作词 : Heaton, Sullivan | |
The time I think most clearly | |
The time I drift away | |
Is on the bus ride | |
That meanders | |
Up these valleys of green and grey | |
I get to think about what might have been | |
And what may yet come true | |
And I get to pass the rainy mile | |
Thinking of you | |
And all the while, all the while | |
I still hear that call | |
To the land of gold and poison | |
That beckons to us all | |
Nothing changes here very much | |
You used to say it never will | |
The pubs are all full on Friday nights | |
And things get started still | |
We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy | |
Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty | |
Staring at those posters we used to laugh at | |
Never-never land, palm trees by the sea | |
Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad | |
When all they had to do was knock him down | |
But no one asks too many questions like that anymore | |
Since you left this town | |
And tomorrow brings another train | |
Another young brave steals away | |
But you're the one I remembe | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
You used to talk about winners and losers all the time | |
As if that was all there was | |
As if we were not of the same blood family | |
As if we lived by different laws | |
Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills | |
Than you owe to your good self? | |
Is it true that the world has always got to be something | |
That seems to happen somewhere else? | |
For God's sake | |
Don't you realize | |
That I still hear that call? | |
Do you think you're so brave | |
Just to go running | |
To that which beckons to us all? | |
And tomorrow brings another train | |
Another young brave steals away | |
But you're the one I remember | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
No, not for one second | |
Did you look behind you | |
As you were walking away | |
Never once did you wish any of us well | |
Those who had chosen to stay | |
And if that's what it takes to make it | |
In the place where you live today | |
Then I guess you'll never read one of these letters that I sent | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey |
zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan | |
The time I think most clearly | |
The time I drift away | |
Is on the bus ride | |
That meanders | |
Up these valleys of green and grey | |
I get to think about what might have been | |
And what may yet come true | |
And I get to pass the rainy mile | |
Thinking of you | |
And all the while, all the while | |
I still hear that call | |
To the land of gold and poison | |
That beckons to us all | |
Nothing changes here very much | |
You used to say it never will | |
The pubs are all full on Friday nights | |
And things get started still | |
We spent hours last week with BillyBoy | |
Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty | |
Staring at those posters we used to laugh at | |
Nevernever land, palm trees by the sea | |
Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad | |
When all they had to do was knock him down | |
But no one asks too many questions like that anymore | |
Since you left this town | |
And tomorrow brings another train | |
Another young brave steals away | |
But you' re the one I remembe | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
You used to talk about winners and losers all the time | |
As if that was all there was | |
As if we were not of the same blood family | |
As if we lived by different laws | |
Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills | |
Than you owe to your good self? | |
Is it true that the world has always got to be something | |
That seems to happen somewhere else? | |
For God' s sake | |
Don' t you realize | |
That I still hear that call? | |
Do you think you' re so brave | |
Just to go running | |
To that which beckons to us all? | |
And tomorrow brings another train | |
Another young brave steals away | |
But you' re the one I remember | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey | |
No, not for one second | |
Did you look behind you | |
As you were walking away | |
Never once did you wish any of us well | |
Those who had chosen to stay | |
And if that' s what it takes to make it | |
In the place where you live today | |
Then I guess you' ll never read one of these letters that I sent | |
From these valleys of the green and the grey |