| 歌曲 | Song Of the Stoic |
| 歌手 | Suzanne Vega |
| 专辑 | Tales From The Realm Of The Queen Of Pentacles |
| I am a man | |
| I’ve been working all my days | |
| This is my accounting | |
| Of my means and of my ways | |
| More years are behind me now | |
| Than years that are ahead | |
| Looking back I feel | |
| This is my story to be said. | |
| I faced my father down | |
| Inside the hallway of our home | |
| 18 years of pain | |
| Upon my body to the bone | |
| Demons lived inside of him | |
| They forced him to the act | |
| The layers of the bruises | |
| To my body was the fact. | |
| Ooooh | |
| I grew and went into the world | |
| I learned to know it’s code | |
| Of spoken and unspoken | |
| And I learned to love the road | |
| I shoulder every burden like | |
| A mule with a heavy pack | |
| Every coin I earn is another | |
| Knot within my back. | |
| Ooooh | |
| Ecstasy and pleasure come | |
| At much too great a cost | |
| I keep myself upon the earth | |
| But measure what I’ve lost | |
| Winged things they brush against me | |
| Never mine to hold | |
| I keep my eyes upon the ground | |
| And carry on as old. | |
| I met a woman | |
| She had the gifted touch | |
| Her hands were wise with healing | |
| And with wonder and all such | |
| As the fates would have it | |
| Each to others we are wed | |
| We confine ourselves to friendship | |
| And we stay out of the bed. | |
| Oooh | |
| Now I turn around to face | |
| The specter of my age | |
| My soul it fights my body | |
| Like a bird will fight its cage. | |
| I see that last horizon | |
| I hope it brings me peace | |
| I look forward to the day | |
| At last my body knows release. | |
| Ooooh | |
| Ooooh |
| I am a man | |
| I' ve been working all my days | |
| This is my accounting | |
| Of my means and of my ways | |
| More years are behind me now | |
| Than years that are ahead | |
| Looking back I feel | |
| This is my story to be said. | |
| I faced my father down | |
| Inside the hallway of our home | |
| 18 years of pain | |
| Upon my body to the bone | |
| Demons lived inside of him | |
| They forced him to the act | |
| The layers of the bruises | |
| To my body was the fact. | |
| Ooooh | |
| I grew and went into the world | |
| I learned to know it' s code | |
| Of spoken and unspoken | |
| And I learned to love the road | |
| I shoulder every burden like | |
| A mule with a heavy pack | |
| Every coin I earn is another | |
| Knot within my back. | |
| Ooooh | |
| Ecstasy and pleasure come | |
| At much too great a cost | |
| I keep myself upon the earth | |
| But measure what I' ve lost | |
| Winged things they brush against me | |
| Never mine to hold | |
| I keep my eyes upon the ground | |
| And carry on as old. | |
| I met a woman | |
| She had the gifted touch | |
| Her hands were wise with healing | |
| And with wonder and all such | |
| As the fates would have it | |
| Each to others we are wed | |
| We confine ourselves to friendship | |
| And we stay out of the bed. | |
| Oooh | |
| Now I turn around to face | |
| The specter of my age | |
| My soul it fights my body | |
| Like a bird will fight its cage. | |
| I see that last horizon | |
| I hope it brings me peace | |
| I look forward to the day | |
| At last my body knows release. | |
| Ooooh | |
| Ooooh |