作曲 : John Entwistle | |
作词 : Entwistle | |
Up here on the ledge | |
I'm getting pushed to the edge | |
People line up behind me to step into my shoes, | |
Up here in the precipice | |
I'm getting close to my nemesis | |
People fighting each other to jump into my blues | |
There's a young kid inside me somewhere | |
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies, | |
With the blood and the moon in his eyes | |
I hear his voice when I'm comin' down, | |
Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise, | |
Who never get to live twice. | |
I was a face in a magazine, | |
When you were still playin' with your plasticine, | |
Now you're doggin' my tail, ridin' the slipstream, | |
You can take the fans and the enemies | |
The little girls who squeeze and tease | |
Then pass on their social disease, | |
Go get your penicillin. | |
I know you young and dumb, | |
I know where you're comin' from. | |
Don't know where you're goin' to, | |
But I bin there same as you, | |
You're running out of ideas, | |
And new hats to try on. | |
I know you middle age | |
Same song, different page, | |
I know what you're goin' through | |
Made the same mistakes as you, | |
All you want is some hope | |
And a shoulder to cry on. | |
There's a stranger inside me somewhere | |
That shadow behind me, don't even look like me. | |
An echoed apology. | |
He's a wolf in sheep disguise, | |
I wake up in places I don't even recognize, | |
Pretender in paradise. | |
It's your turn, step up and take it | |
If you've got the guts to hang on | |
You can make. | |
C'mon, c'mon, come on, | |
Ooooh take it! |
zuo qu : John Entwistle | |
zuo ci : Entwistle | |
Up here on the ledge | |
I' m getting pushed to the edge | |
People line up behind me to step into my shoes, | |
Up here in the precipice | |
I' m getting close to my nemesis | |
People fighting each other to jump into my blues | |
There' s a young kid inside me somewhere | |
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies, | |
With the blood and the moon in his eyes | |
I hear his voice when I' m comin' down, | |
Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise, | |
Who never get to live twice. | |
I was a face in a magazine, | |
When you were still playin' with your plasticine, | |
Now you' re doggin' my tail, ridin' the slipstream, | |
You can take the fans and the enemies | |
The little girls who squeeze and tease | |
Then pass on their social disease, | |
Go get your penicillin. | |
I know you young and dumb, | |
I know where you' re comin' from. | |
Don' t know where you' re goin' to, | |
But I bin there same as you, | |
You' re running out of ideas, | |
And new hats to try on. | |
I know you middle age | |
Same song, different page, | |
I know what you' re goin' through | |
Made the same mistakes as you, | |
All you want is some hope | |
And a shoulder to cry on. | |
There' s a stranger inside me somewhere | |
That shadow behind me, don' t even look like me. | |
An echoed apology. | |
He' s a wolf in sheep disguise, | |
I wake up in places I don' t even recognize, | |
Pretender in paradise. | |
It' s your turn, step up and take it | |
If you' ve got the guts to hang on | |
You can make. | |
C' mon, c' mon, come on, | |
Ooooh take it! |
zuò qǔ : John Entwistle | |
zuò cí : Entwistle | |
Up here on the ledge | |
I' m getting pushed to the edge | |
People line up behind me to step into my shoes, | |
Up here in the precipice | |
I' m getting close to my nemesis | |
People fighting each other to jump into my blues | |
There' s a young kid inside me somewhere | |
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies, | |
With the blood and the moon in his eyes | |
I hear his voice when I' m comin' down, | |
Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise, | |
Who never get to live twice. | |
I was a face in a magazine, | |
When you were still playin' with your plasticine, | |
Now you' re doggin' my tail, ridin' the slipstream, | |
You can take the fans and the enemies | |
The little girls who squeeze and tease | |
Then pass on their social disease, | |
Go get your penicillin. | |
I know you young and dumb, | |
I know where you' re comin' from. | |
Don' t know where you' re goin' to, | |
But I bin there same as you, | |
You' re running out of ideas, | |
And new hats to try on. | |
I know you middle age | |
Same song, different page, | |
I know what you' re goin' through | |
Made the same mistakes as you, | |
All you want is some hope | |
And a shoulder to cry on. | |
There' s a stranger inside me somewhere | |
That shadow behind me, don' t even look like me. | |
An echoed apology. | |
He' s a wolf in sheep disguise, | |
I wake up in places I don' t even recognize, | |
Pretender in paradise. | |
It' s your turn, step up and take it | |
If you' ve got the guts to hang on | |
You can make. | |
C' mon, c' mon, come on, | |
Ooooh take it! |