| [ti:To Ramona] | |
| [ar:Bob Dylan] | |
| [al:Biograph ] | |
| [offset:0] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | will pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike some times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And there's no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | To deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be ny the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | You've been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one to defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | 'cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | I've heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That you're better than no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better than you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you have |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | and making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be like them. |
| [03:01.51] | I'd forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | will turning into meaningless rings. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
| ti: To Ramona | |
| ar: Bob Dylan | |
| al: Biograph | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | will pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike some times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And there' s no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | To deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be ny the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | You' ve been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one to defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | ' cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | I' ve heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That you' re better than no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better than you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you have |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | and making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be like them. |
| [03:01.51] | I' d forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | will turning into meaningless rings. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
| ti: To Ramona | |
| ar: Bob Dylan | |
| al: Biograph | |
| offset: 0 | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
| [00:03.60] | Ramona, come closer, |
| [00:05.42] | Shut softly your watery eyes. |
| [00:07.54] | |
| [00:11.98] | The pangs of your sadness |
| [00:13.67] | will pass as your senses will rise. |
| [00:15.86] | |
| [00:20.66] | The flowers of the city |
| [00:22.67] | Though breathlike, get deathlike some times. |
| [00:24.79] | |
| [00:31.29] | And there' s no use in tryin |
| [00:33.91] | To deal with the dyin, |
| [00:36.23] | Though I cannot explain that in lines. |
| [00:38.11] | |
| [00:53.17] | Your cracked country lips, |
| [00:55.58] | I still wish to kiss, |
| [00:57.65] | As to be ny the strength of your skin. |
| [01:04.09] | Your magnetic movements |
| [01:06.15] | Still capture the minutes Im in. |
| [01:07.60] | |
| [01:12.96] | But it grieves my heart, love, |
| [01:15.69] | To see you tryin to be a part of |
| [01:18.00] | A world that just dont exist. |
| [01:24.88] | Its all just a dream, babe, |
| [01:26.82] | A vacuum, a scheme, babe, |
| [01:29.25] | That sucks you into feelin like this. |
| [01:34.34] | |
| [01:36.31] | I can see that your head |
| [01:38.51] | Has been twisted and fed |
| [01:40.64] | By worthless foam from the mouth. |
| [01:46.25] | |
| [01:47.00] | I can tell you are torn |
| [01:49.00] | Between stayin and returnin |
| [01:51.62] | |
| [01:52.19] | back to the south. |
| [01:54.57] | |
| [01:57.26] | You' ve been fooled into thinking |
| [01:59.13] | That the finishin end is at hand. |
| [02:00.12] | |
| [02:04.72] | Yet theres no one to beat you, |
| [02:08.16] | No one to defeat you, |
| [02:10.68] | ' cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad. |
| [02:17.58] | |
| [02:18.82] | I' ve heard you say many times |
| [02:20.07] | That you' re better than no one |
| [02:24.57] | And no one is better than you. |
| [02:27.76] | |
| [02:30.37] | If you really believe that, |
| [02:32.25] | You know you have |
| [02:34.50] | Nothing to win and nothing to lose. |
| [02:37.00] | |
| [02:41.96] | From fixtures and forces and friends, |
| [02:43.40] | Your sorrow does stem, |
| [02:51.02] | That hype you and type you, |
| [02:52.72] | and making you feel |
| [02:54.46] | That you must be like them. |
| [03:01.51] | I' d forever talk to you, |
| [03:03.70] | But soon my words, |
| [03:05.82] | will turning into meaningless rings. |
| [03:10.37] | |
| [03:12.62] | For deep in my heart |
| [03:14.13] | I know there is no help I can bring. |
| [03:15.27] | |
| [03:22.01] | Everything passes, |
| [03:22.52] | Everything changes, |
| [03:24.38] | Just do what you think you should do. |
| [03:27.75] | |
| [03:33.19] | And someday maybe, |
| [03:35.19] | Who knows, baby, |
| [03:37.13] | Ill come and be cryin to you. |
| [00:03.60] | 蕾梦娜，靠近些 |
| [00:05.42] | 轻轻闭上你沾湿的双眼 |
| [00:11.98] | 当你再理智些 |
| [00:13.67] | 你的伤痛便会过去 |
| [00:20.66] | 城市的花朵 |
| [00:22.67] | 虽然充满生机，有时也会死寂 |
| [00:31.29] | 注定消亡的 |
| [00:33.91] | 怎么也无法挽留 |
| [00:36.23] | 我却没法跟你说清这个道理啊 |
| [00:53.17] | 我仍希望能亲吻 |
| [00:55.58] | 你那并不艳丽的干枯嘴唇 |
| [00:57.65] | 也希望贴紧你的肌肤 |
| [01:04.09] | 你那迷人的举动 |
| [01:06.15] | 依然吸引着我进来的每一秒钟 |
| [01:12.96] | 然而看见你想要成为 |
| [01:15.69] | 一个并不存在的世界的一部分 |
| [01:18.00] | 我心里就悲戚 |
| [01:24.88] | 那只是一场梦，宝贝 |
| [01:26.82] | 一个空洞，一场阴谋，宝贝 |
| [01:29.25] | 让你陷入这样的情绪 |
| [01:36.31] | 我明白，你的脑袋 |
| [01:38.51] | 被那些一文不值的歪理 |
| [01:40.64] | 所灌输和扭曲 |
| [01:47.00] | 我清楚，你在继续留下 |
| [01:49.00] | 和回到南方的念头间 |
| [01:52.19] | 辗转煎熬 |
| [01:57.26] | 你天真的相信了 |
| [01:59.13] | 一切就快结束 |
| [02:04.72] | 然而没有人要战胜你 |
| [02:08.16] | 没有人要打败你 |
| [02:10.68] | 感觉糟糕只是因为你自己 |
| [02:18.82] | 我听见你说了很多遍 |
| [02:20.07] | 你不比别人强多少 |
| [02:24.57] | 别人也不比你好到哪儿去 |
| [02:30.37] | 如果你真的这样认为 |
| [02:32.25] | 那还有什么 |
| [02:34.50] | 需要去计较的呢 |
| [02:41.96] | 由于那些成见、外力和朋友 |
| [02:43.40] | 你的悲伤没法停止 |
| [02:51.02] | 他们吹鼓着你驱使着你 |
| [02:52.72] | 让你觉得 |
| [02:54.46] | 你必须和他们一样 |
| [03:01.51] | 我愿意陪你永远说下去 |
| [03:03.70] | 但是很快我的话语 |
| [03:05.82] | 就要变成空鸣失去意义 |
| [03:12.62] | 在我的心底 |
| [03:14.13] | 我知道我没法真的帮到你 |
| [03:22.01] | 一切终成过往 |
| [03:22.52] | 事事皆会变迁 |
| [03:24.38] | 去做你应该做的事吧 |
| [03:33.19] | 有一天也许 |
| [03:35.19] | 谁知道呢，宝贝 |
| [03:37.13] | 我哭泣着找你 |
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