歌曲 | Homeless Brother |
歌手 | Don McLean |
专辑 | Homeless Brother |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
[00:00.00] | I was walking by the graveyard, |
[00:04.47] | late last Friday night, |
[00:07.70] | I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. |
[00:13.10] | It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, |
[00:18.79] | Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. |
[00:26.15] | So often haveI wondered where these homeless brothers go, |
[00:32.22] | Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, |
[00:37.86] | Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. |
[00:43.75] | There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow. |
[00:50.69] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[00:56.79] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[01:02.89] | It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, |
[01:08.69] | but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. |
[01:14.33] | Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know |
[01:20.60] | That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. |
[01:27.39] | And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, |
[01:33.59] | And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. |
[01:39.51] | And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, |
[01:45.37] | And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. |
[01:52.57] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[01:58.81] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[02:04.53] | Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, |
[02:08.70] | Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. |
[02:16.80] | But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, |
[02:22.44] | You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style. |
[02:29.27] | Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, |
[02:35.68] | Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, |
[02:40.95] | Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend, |
[02:47.95] | Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. |
[02:54.30] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[03:00.70] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[03:06.42] | The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, |
[03:12.53] | The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. |
[03:18.22] | The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, |
[03:24.43] | There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. |
[03:31.31] | And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, |
[03:38.14] | The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, |
[03:43.69] | He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze, |
[03:50.19] | He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees. |
[03:56.46] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[04:02.99] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[04:08.58] | That homeless brother is my friend. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |
[00:00.00] | I was walking by the graveyard, |
[00:04.47] | late last Friday night, |
[00:07.70] | I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. |
[00:13.10] | It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, |
[00:18.79] | Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. |
[00:26.15] | So often haveI wondered where these homeless brothers go, |
[00:32.22] | Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, |
[00:37.86] | Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. |
[00:43.75] | There' s freedom when your walking, even though you' re walking slow. |
[00:50.69] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[00:56.79] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[01:02.89] | It' s hard to be a pack rat, it' s hard to be a ' bo, |
[01:08.69] | but living' s so much harder where the heartless people go. |
[01:14.33] | Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know |
[01:20.60] | That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. |
[01:27.39] | And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, |
[01:33.59] | And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. |
[01:39.51] | And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, |
[01:45.37] | And they' re sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. |
[01:52.57] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[01:58.81] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[02:04.53] | Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, |
[02:08.70] | Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. |
[02:16.80] | But some where' s just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, |
[02:22.44] | You' ll find the brokenhearted when you' re travelling junglestyle. |
[02:29.27] | Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, |
[02:35.68] | Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, |
[02:40.95] | Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don' t pretend, |
[02:47.95] | Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. |
[02:54.30] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[03:00.70] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[03:06.42] | The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, |
[03:12.53] | The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. |
[03:18.22] | The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, |
[03:24.43] | There' s no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. |
[03:31.31] | And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, |
[03:38.14] | The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, |
[03:43.69] | He can' t hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train' s wheeze, |
[03:50.19] | He' s living on good fortune, he ain' t dying on his knees. |
[03:56.46] | Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, |
[04:02.99] | that homeless brother is my friend. |
[04:08.58] | That homeless brother is my friend. |