歌曲 | The Rail Song |
歌手 | Adrian Belew |
专辑 | Acoustic Adrian Belew |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Belew | |
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
wasn't nothin' but a kick back then | |
there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
than a long flatcar | |
headin' out of the yard | |
and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
like the time when I first hired on | |
and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
but he tossed me a cap | |
said GM&O | |
and I was a man... | |
I gave her my best years | |
well, what can you do but laugh | |
I don't expect she'll ever be coming back | |
When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
her engines would be raging like hell | |
then we'd come back down to the rising towns | |
where the cattle stare | |
in the frozen air | |
For me there nothing more sacred | |
than the beautiful sound she'd make | |
her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
it would get to me there, | |
it would get to me there | |
Now I'm afraid... | |
Afraid of these silent hours | |
awake underneath my old cap | |
I don't expect she'll ever be coming back | |
Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
when I saw my first jet airplane | |
flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
while the mighty fell | |
in the land of the brave | |
Now I'm alone. |
zuo ci : Belew | |
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
wasn' t nothin' but a kick back then | |
there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
than a long flatcar | |
headin' out of the yard | |
and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
like the time when I first hired on | |
and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
but he tossed me a cap | |
said GM O | |
and I was a man... | |
I gave her my best years | |
well, what can you do but laugh | |
I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
her engines would be raging like hell | |
then we' d come back down to the rising towns | |
where the cattle stare | |
in the frozen air | |
For me there nothing more sacred | |
than the beautiful sound she' d make | |
her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
it would get to me there, | |
it would get to me there | |
Now I' m afraid... | |
Afraid of these silent hours | |
awake underneath my old cap | |
I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
when I saw my first jet airplane | |
flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
while the mighty fell | |
in the land of the brave | |
Now I' m alone. |
zuò cí : Belew | |
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights | |
wasn' t nothin' but a kick back then | |
there was no better thrill for my anxious heart | |
than a long flatcar | |
headin' out of the yard | |
and I knew even then she was in my blood | |
like the time when I first hired on | |
and the fireman laughed at my bony nose | |
but he tossed me a cap | |
said GM O | |
and I was a man... | |
I gave her my best years | |
well, what can you do but laugh | |
I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
When we climbed up the great Appalachians | |
her engines would be raging like hell | |
then we' d come back down to the rising towns | |
where the cattle stare | |
in the frozen air | |
For me there nothing more sacred | |
than the beautiful sound she' d make | |
her long blue signal blowin' deep in the night, | |
it would get to me there, | |
it would get to me there | |
Now I' m afraid... | |
Afraid of these silent hours | |
awake underneath my old cap | |
I don' t expect she' ll ever be coming back | |
Well, I watched the beginning of the end for her | |
when I saw my first jet airplane | |
flying high overhead like a bird of prey | |
while the mighty fell | |
in the land of the brave | |
Now I' m alone. |