歌曲 | Hejira |
歌手 | Joni Mitchell |
专辑 | A Day in the Garden |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mitchell | |
I'm traveling in some vehicle | |
I'm sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
That shell shock love away | |
There's comfort in melancholy | |
When there's no need to explain | |
It's just as natural as the weather | |
In this moody sky today | |
In our possessive coupling | |
So much could not be expressed | |
So now i'm returning to myself | |
These things that you and i suppressed | |
I see something of myself in everyone | |
Just at this moment of the world | |
As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
Waltzing on a ballroom girl | |
You know it never has been easy | |
Whether you do or you do not resign | |
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
Or stick to some straighter line | |
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock | |
They're either going to thaw out or freeze | |
Listen... | |
Strains of benny goodman | |
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees | |
I'm porous with travel fever | |
But you know i'm so glad to be on my own | |
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger | |
Can set up trembling in my bones | |
I know - no one's going to show me everything | |
We all come and go unknown | |
Each so deep and superficial | |
Between the forceps and the stone | |
Well i looked at the granite markers | |
Those tribute to finality - to eternity | |
And then i looked at myself here | |
Chicken scratching for my immortality | |
In the church they light the candles | |
And the wax rolls down like tears | |
There's the hope and the hopelessness | |
I've witnessed thirty years | |
We're only particles of change i know, i know | |
Orbiting around the sun | |
But how can i have that point of view | |
When i'm always bound and tied to someone | |
White flags of winter chimneys | |
Waving truce against the moon | |
In the mirrors of a modern bank | |
>from the window of a hotel room | |
I'm traveling in some vehicle | |
I'm sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
Until love sucks me back that way |
zuo ci : Mitchell | |
I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
I' m sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
That shell shock love away | |
There' s comfort in melancholy | |
When there' s no need to explain | |
It' s just as natural as the weather | |
In this moody sky today | |
In our possessive coupling | |
So much could not be expressed | |
So now i' m returning to myself | |
These things that you and i suppressed | |
I see something of myself in everyone | |
Just at this moment of the world | |
As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
Waltzing on a ballroom girl | |
You know it never has been easy | |
Whether you do or you do not resign | |
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
Or stick to some straighter line | |
Now here' s a man and a woman sitting on a rock | |
They' re either going to thaw out or freeze | |
Listen... | |
Strains of benny goodman | |
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees | |
I' m porous with travel fever | |
But you know i' m so glad to be on my own | |
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger | |
Can set up trembling in my bones | |
I know no one' s going to show me everything | |
We all come and go unknown | |
Each so deep and superficial | |
Between the forceps and the stone | |
Well i looked at the granite markers | |
Those tribute to finality to eternity | |
And then i looked at myself here | |
Chicken scratching for my immortality | |
In the church they light the candles | |
And the wax rolls down like tears | |
There' s the hope and the hopelessness | |
I' ve witnessed thirty years | |
We' re only particles of change i know, i know | |
Orbiting around the sun | |
But how can i have that point of view | |
When i' m always bound and tied to someone | |
White flags of winter chimneys | |
Waving truce against the moon | |
In the mirrors of a modern bank | |
from the window of a hotel room | |
I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
I' m sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
Until love sucks me back that way |
zuò cí : Mitchell | |
I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
I' m sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
That shell shock love away | |
There' s comfort in melancholy | |
When there' s no need to explain | |
It' s just as natural as the weather | |
In this moody sky today | |
In our possessive coupling | |
So much could not be expressed | |
So now i' m returning to myself | |
These things that you and i suppressed | |
I see something of myself in everyone | |
Just at this moment of the world | |
As snow gathers like bolts of lace | |
Waltzing on a ballroom girl | |
You know it never has been easy | |
Whether you do or you do not resign | |
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities | |
Or stick to some straighter line | |
Now here' s a man and a woman sitting on a rock | |
They' re either going to thaw out or freeze | |
Listen... | |
Strains of benny goodman | |
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees | |
I' m porous with travel fever | |
But you know i' m so glad to be on my own | |
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger | |
Can set up trembling in my bones | |
I know no one' s going to show me everything | |
We all come and go unknown | |
Each so deep and superficial | |
Between the forceps and the stone | |
Well i looked at the granite markers | |
Those tribute to finality to eternity | |
And then i looked at myself here | |
Chicken scratching for my immortality | |
In the church they light the candles | |
And the wax rolls down like tears | |
There' s the hope and the hopelessness | |
I' ve witnessed thirty years | |
We' re only particles of change i know, i know | |
Orbiting around the sun | |
But how can i have that point of view | |
When i' m always bound and tied to someone | |
White flags of winter chimneys | |
Waving truce against the moon | |
In the mirrors of a modern bank | |
from the window of a hotel room | |
I' m traveling in some vehicle | |
I' m sitting in some cafe | |
A defector from the petty wars | |
Until love sucks me back that way |