歌曲 | A Poem On The Underground Wall - Demo |
歌手 | Simon |
专辑 | The Columbia Studio Recordings (1964-1970) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Paul Simon Music:Paul Simon | |
The last train is nearly due, | |
The underground is closing soon, | |
And in the dark deserted station, | |
Restless in anticipation, | |
A man waits in the shadows. | |
His restless eyes leap and scratch, | |
At all that they can touch or catch, | |
And hidden deep within his pocket, | |
Safe within its silent socket, | |
He holds a colored crayon. | |
Now from the tunnel's stony womb, | |
The carriage rides to meet the groom, | |
And opens wide and welcome doors, | |
But he hesitates, then withdraws | |
Deeper in the shadows. | |
And the train is gone suddenly | |
On wheels clicking silently | |
Like a gently tapping litany, | |
And he holds his crayon rosary | |
Tighter in his hand. | |
Now from his pocket quick he flashes, | |
The crayon on the wall he slashes, | |
Deep upon the advertising, | |
A single worded poem comprised | |
Of four letters. | |
And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding | |
The poem across the tracks rebounding | |
Shadowed by the exit light | |
His legs take their ascending flight | |
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
The last train is nearly due, | |
The underground is closing soon, | |
And in the dark deserted station, | |
Restless in anticipation, | |
A man waits in the shadows. | |
His restless eyes leap and scratch, | |
At all that they can touch or catch, | |
And hidden deep within his pocket, | |
Safe within its silent socket, | |
He holds a colored crayon. | |
Now from the tunnel' s stony womb, | |
The carriage rides to meet the groom, | |
And opens wide and welcome doors, | |
But he hesitates, then withdraws | |
Deeper in the shadows. | |
And the train is gone suddenly | |
On wheels clicking silently | |
Like a gently tapping litany, | |
And he holds his crayon rosary | |
Tighter in his hand. | |
Now from his pocket quick he flashes, | |
The crayon on the wall he slashes, | |
Deep upon the advertising, | |
A single worded poem comprised | |
Of four letters. | |
And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding | |
The poem across the tracks rebounding | |
Shadowed by the exit light | |
His legs take their ascending flight | |
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
The last train is nearly due, | |
The underground is closing soon, | |
And in the dark deserted station, | |
Restless in anticipation, | |
A man waits in the shadows. | |
His restless eyes leap and scratch, | |
At all that they can touch or catch, | |
And hidden deep within his pocket, | |
Safe within its silent socket, | |
He holds a colored crayon. | |
Now from the tunnel' s stony womb, | |
The carriage rides to meet the groom, | |
And opens wide and welcome doors, | |
But he hesitates, then withdraws | |
Deeper in the shadows. | |
And the train is gone suddenly | |
On wheels clicking silently | |
Like a gently tapping litany, | |
And he holds his crayon rosary | |
Tighter in his hand. | |
Now from his pocket quick he flashes, | |
The crayon on the wall he slashes, | |
Deep upon the advertising, | |
A single worded poem comprised | |
Of four letters. | |
And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding | |
The poem across the tracks rebounding | |
Shadowed by the exit light | |
His legs take their ascending flight | |
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. |