| 歌曲 | Throwing Stones |
| 歌手 | Grateful Dead |
| 专辑 | Complete Studio Albums Collection |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Bob Weir |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Bob Weir |
| [00:11.07] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [00:16.02] | Dizzy with eternity. |
| [00:20.37] | Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea |
| [00:24.42] | Call it home for you and me. |
| [00:30.30] | A peaceful place or so it looks from space |
| [00:34.83] | A closer look reveals the human race. |
| [00:39.57] | Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face. |
| [00:43.80] | But afraid, we may our home to waste. |
| [00:51.00] | There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet |
| [01:00.93] | Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down. |
| [01:10.95] | Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls |
| [01:15.78] | And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls |
| [01:19.11] | By and by again, the morning sun will rise |
| [01:24.84] | But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes. |
| [01:30.33] | It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets |
| [01:34.86] | Stalking turf, dividing up meat. |
| [01:39.63] | Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me. |
| [01:51.72] | Click, flashblade in ghetto night. rudie's looking for a fight. |
| [02:00.93] | Rat cat alley roll them bones. need that cash to feed that jones |
| [02:07.89] | And the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:10.02] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [02:15.36] | Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice |
| [02:20.22] | Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price. |
| [02:24.81] | Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today. |
| [02:35.82] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [02:38.70] | While the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:40.86] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [03:05.40] | Heartless powers try to tell us what to think |
| [03:10.26] | If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink. |
| [03:15.24] | History's page, it is thusly carved in stone |
| [03:19.29] | The future's here, we are it, we are on our own. |
| [04:46.23] | If the game is lost then we're all the same |
| [04:50.85] | No one left to place or take the blame. |
| [04:55.50] | We will leave this place an empty stone |
| [04:59.82] | Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home |
| [05:06.33] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [05:09.09] | While the politicians are throwing stones |
| [05:11.25] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [05:25.29] | Shipping powders back and forth |
| [05:29.76] | Singing "black goes south while white comes north" |
| [05:34.50] | And the whole world full of petty wars |
| [05:38.94] | Singing "i got mine and you got yours." |
| [05:43.62] | And the current fashions set the pace. |
| [05:48.33] | Lose your step, fall out of grace. |
| [05:52.71] | And the radical he rant and rage, singing "someone got to turn the page" |
| [06:01.80] | And the rich man in his summer home, |
| [06:06.21] | Singing "just leave well enough alone" |
| [06:10.86] | But his pants are down, his cover's blown |
| [06:15.54] | And the politicians are throwing stones |
| [06:17.67] | So the kids they dance they shake their bones |
| [06:20.07] | Cause its all too clear we're on our own |
| [06:27.84] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [06:32.19] | It's dizzying, the possibilities. ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Bob Weir |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Bob Weir |
| [00:11.07] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [00:16.02] | Dizzy with eternity. |
| [00:20.37] | Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea |
| [00:24.42] | Call it home for you and me. |
| [00:30.30] | A peaceful place or so it looks from space |
| [00:34.83] | A closer look reveals the human race. |
| [00:39.57] | Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face. |
| [00:43.80] | But afraid, we may our home to waste. |
| [00:51.00] | There' s a fear down here we can' t forget hasn' t got a name just yet |
| [01:00.93] | Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down. |
| [01:10.95] | Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls |
| [01:15.78] | And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls |
| [01:19.11] | By and by again, the morning sun will rise |
| [01:24.84] | But the darkness never goes from some men' s eyes. |
| [01:30.33] | It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets |
| [01:34.86] | Stalking turf, dividing up meat. |
| [01:39.63] | Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me. |
| [01:51.72] | Click, flashblade in ghetto night. rudie' s looking for a fight. |
| [02:00.93] | Rat cat alley roll them bones. need that cash to feed that jones |
| [02:07.89] | And the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:10.02] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [02:15.36] | Commissars and pinstriped bosses role the dice |
| [02:20.22] | Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price. |
| [02:24.81] | Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today. |
| [02:35.82] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [02:38.70] | While the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:40.86] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [03:05.40] | Heartless powers try to tell us what to think |
| [03:10.26] | If the spirit' s sleeping, then the flesh is ink. |
| [03:15.24] | History' s page, it is thusly carved in stone |
| [03:19.29] | The future' s here, we are it, we are on our own. |
| [04:46.23] | If the game is lost then we' re all the same |
| [04:50.85] | No one left to place or take the blame. |
| [04:55.50] | We will leave this place an empty stone |
| [04:59.82] | Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home |
| [05:06.33] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [05:09.09] | While the politicians are throwing stones |
| [05:11.25] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [05:25.29] | Shipping powders back and forth |
| [05:29.76] | Singing " black goes south while white comes north" |
| [05:34.50] | And the whole world full of petty wars |
| [05:38.94] | Singing " i got mine and you got yours." |
| [05:43.62] | And the current fashions set the pace. |
| [05:48.33] | Lose your step, fall out of grace. |
| [05:52.71] | And the radical he rant and rage, singing " someone got to turn the page" |
| [06:01.80] | And the rich man in his summer home, |
| [06:06.21] | Singing " just leave well enough alone" |
| [06:10.86] | But his pants are down, his cover' s blown |
| [06:15.54] | And the politicians are throwing stones |
| [06:17.67] | So the kids they dance they shake their bones |
| [06:20.07] | Cause its all too clear we' re on our own |
| [06:27.84] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [06:32.19] | It' s dizzying, the possibilities. ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Bob Weir |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Bob Weir |
| [00:11.07] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [00:16.02] | Dizzy with eternity. |
| [00:20.37] | Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea |
| [00:24.42] | Call it home for you and me. |
| [00:30.30] | A peaceful place or so it looks from space |
| [00:34.83] | A closer look reveals the human race. |
| [00:39.57] | Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face. |
| [00:43.80] | But afraid, we may our home to waste. |
| [00:51.00] | There' s a fear down here we can' t forget hasn' t got a name just yet |
| [01:00.93] | Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down. |
| [01:10.95] | Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls |
| [01:15.78] | And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls |
| [01:19.11] | By and by again, the morning sun will rise |
| [01:24.84] | But the darkness never goes from some men' s eyes. |
| [01:30.33] | It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets |
| [01:34.86] | Stalking turf, dividing up meat. |
| [01:39.63] | Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me. |
| [01:51.72] | Click, flashblade in ghetto night. rudie' s looking for a fight. |
| [02:00.93] | Rat cat alley roll them bones. need that cash to feed that jones |
| [02:07.89] | And the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:10.02] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [02:15.36] | Commissars and pinstriped bosses role the dice |
| [02:20.22] | Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price. |
| [02:24.81] | Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today. |
| [02:35.82] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [02:38.70] | While the politicians throwing stones |
| [02:40.86] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [03:05.40] | Heartless powers try to tell us what to think |
| [03:10.26] | If the spirit' s sleeping, then the flesh is ink. |
| [03:15.24] | History' s page, it is thusly carved in stone |
| [03:19.29] | The future' s here, we are it, we are on our own. |
| [04:46.23] | If the game is lost then we' re all the same |
| [04:50.85] | No one left to place or take the blame. |
| [04:55.50] | We will leave this place an empty stone |
| [04:59.82] | Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home |
| [05:06.33] | So the kids they dance, they shake their bones |
| [05:09.09] | While the politicians are throwing stones |
| [05:11.25] | Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [05:25.29] | Shipping powders back and forth |
| [05:29.76] | Singing " black goes south while white comes north" |
| [05:34.50] | And the whole world full of petty wars |
| [05:38.94] | Singing " i got mine and you got yours." |
| [05:43.62] | And the current fashions set the pace. |
| [05:48.33] | Lose your step, fall out of grace. |
| [05:52.71] | And the radical he rant and rage, singing " someone got to turn the page" |
| [06:01.80] | And the rich man in his summer home, |
| [06:06.21] | Singing " just leave well enough alone" |
| [06:10.86] | But his pants are down, his cover' s blown |
| [06:15.54] | And the politicians are throwing stones |
| [06:17.67] | So the kids they dance they shake their bones |
| [06:20.07] | Cause its all too clear we' re on our own |
| [06:27.84] | Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free |
| [06:32.19] | It' s dizzying, the possibilities. ashes, ashes all fall down. |
| [00:11.07] | 想象一颗湛蓝星球 自由旋转不停歇 |
| [00:16.02] | 永恒眩晕中翩跹 |
| [00:20.37] | 为它披上天空外衣 绘入云海相连 |
| [00:24.42] | 你我的家园命名其间 |
| [00:30.30] | 宁静乐土在太空遥望 |
| [00:34.83] | 近观却见人类熙攘 |
| [00:39.57] | 面容满载希望与荣光 |
| [00:43.80] | 却恐惧将家园耗光 |
| [00:51.00] | 无名恐惧在此滋长 |
| [01:00.93] | 如影随形昼夜吟唱 尘归尘土归亡 |
| [01:10.95] | 看星球转动夜幕垂降 |
| [01:15.78] | 猎杀重启血风呼响 |
| [01:19.11] | 晨光终将再度绽放 |
| [01:24.84] | 但有些人眼中永驻黑暗 |
| [01:30.33] | 它游荡街巷碾压路旁 |
| [01:34.86] | 划分地盘争夺食粮 |
| [01:39.63] | 噩梦幽影炽热枪膛 你我皆难防 |
| [01:51.72] | 贫民窟夜刀光乍亮 混混寻衅斗殴忙 |
| [02:00.93] | 陋巷赌局骰子叮当 毒瘾难耐需钱粮 |
| [02:07.89] | 政客们却在投石诽谤 |
| [02:10.02] | 高唱尘归尘土归亡 |
| [02:15.36] | 委员与政商掷骰作响 |
| [02:20.22] | 无论结果穷人为偿 |
| [02:24.81] | 金钱绿或无产阶级灰 今日卖枪不卖粮 |
| [02:35.82] | 少年们起舞骨骼震响 |
| [02:38.70] | 政客们却在投石诽谤 |
| [02:40.86] | 高唱尘归尘土归亡 |
| [03:05.40] | 冷酷强权欲控思想 |
| [03:10.26] | 灵魂沉睡躯壳如墨僵 |
| [03:15.24] | 历史篇章石刻般昭彰 |
| [03:19.29] | 未来已至我们自担当 |
| [04:46.23] | 若游戏终结众生同相 |
| [04:50.85] | 无人担责无人承伤 |
| [04:55.50] | 终将离去剩空荡石岗 |
| [04:59.82] | 或这蔚蓝家园可称乡 |
| [05:06.33] | 少年们起舞骨骼震响 |
| [05:09.09] | 政客们却在投石诽谤 |
| [05:11.25] | 高唱尘归尘土归亡 |
| [05:25.29] | 毒品南北运输忙 |
| [05:29.76] | 黑货南运白粉北上 |
| [05:34.50] | 全世界充斥琐碎战场 |
| [05:38.94] | 各人自扫门前雪扬 |
| [05:43.62] | 潮流时尚定下步调 |
| [05:48.33] | 失足便坠荣耀尽消 |
| [05:52.71] | 激进者怒斥篇章该翻过 |
| [06:01.80] | 富豪在夏宅中高唱 |
| [06:06.21] | 维持现状最为恰当 |
| [06:10.86] | 却不知已原形毕露 |
| [06:15.54] | 政客们仍在投石诽谤 |
| [06:17.67] | 少年们起舞骨骼震响 |
| [06:20.07] | 因我们早知孤立无援 |
| [06:27.84] | 想象那颗湛蓝星球 自由旋转不停歇 |
| [06:32.19] | 可能性令人目眩 尘归尘土归亡 |