歌曲 | North Country Blues |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | Live at Carnegie Hall 1963 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | Artist:bob dylan |
[00:01.82] | Songs Title:north country blues |
[00:03.25] | |
[00:05.07] | Come gather round friends |
[00:07.26] | And Ill tell you a tale |
[00:10.56] | |
[00:11.31] | Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. |
[00:13.49] | |
[00:16.60] | But the cardboard filled windows |
[00:19.29] | And old men on the benches |
[00:21.28] | |
[00:22.54] | Tell you now that the whole town is empty. |
[00:26.10] | |
[00:30.85] | In the north end of town, |
[00:32.73] | My own children are grown |
[00:35.23] | |
[00:37.16] | But I was raised on the other. |
[00:42.51] | |
[00:43.51] | In the wee hours of youth, |
[00:46.26] | My mother took sick |
[00:48.93] | |
[00:50.85] | And I was brought up by my brother. |
[00:57.01] | The iron ore poured |
[00:58.88] | As the years passed the door, |
[01:03.83] | The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming. |
[01:07.21] | |
[01:08.33] | til one day my brother |
[01:11.90] | Failed to come home |
[01:15.29] | The same as my father before him. |
[01:19.41] | |
[01:22.60] | Well a long winters wait, |
[01:25.26] | From the window I watched. |
[01:27.94] | |
[01:29.95] | My friends they couldnt have been kinder. |
[01:34.99] | And my schooling was cut |
[01:36.56] | As I quit in the spring |
[01:40.06] | |
[01:41.62] | To marry john thomas, a miner. |
[01:44.37] | |
[01:48.79] | Oh the years passed again |
[01:50.48] | And the givin was good, |
[01:52.23] | |
[01:55.31] | With the lunch bucket filled every season. |
[02:01.22] | What with three babies born, |
[02:03.40] | The work was cut down |
[02:06.48] | |
[02:07.72] | To a half a days shift with no reason. |
[02:10.44] | |
[02:15.09] | Then the shaft was soon shut |
[02:17.27] | And more work was cut, |
[02:21.67] | And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. |
[02:27.26] | |
[02:27.76] | til a man come to speak |
[02:30.13] | And he said in one week |
[02:31.74] | |
[02:34.63] | That number eleven was closin. |
[02:36.56] | |
[02:42.74] | They complained in the east, |
[02:44.68] | |
[02:45.31] | They are paying too high. |
[02:46.43] | |
[02:49.63] | They say that your ore aint worth digging. |
[02:51.88] | |
[02:55.88] | That its much cheaper down |
[02:58.24] | In the south american towns |
[03:00.52] | |
[03:02.84] | Where the miners work almost for nothing. |
[03:04.71] | |
[03:11.47] | So the mining gates locked |
[03:13.52] | And the red iron rotted |
[03:14.71] | |
[03:17.78] | And the room smelled heavy from drinking. |
[03:21.21] | |
[03:24.09] | Where the sad, silent song |
[03:25.71] | |
[03:26.28] | Made the hour twice as long |
[03:27.71] | |
[03:31.09] | As I waited for the sun to go sinking. |
[03:33.02] | |
[03:37.53] | I lived by the window |
[03:39.34] | As he talked to himself, |
[03:40.34] | |
[03:43.97] | This silence of tongues it was building. |
[03:45.90] | |
[03:49.96] | Then one mornings wake, |
[03:52.27] | The bed it was bare, |
[03:53.27] | |
[03:57.49] | And is left alone with three children. |
[03:59.06] | |
[04:03.75] | The summer is gone, |
[04:05.19] | The grounds turning cold, |
[04:06.25] | |
[04:09.88] | The stores one by one theyre a-foldin. |
[04:11.88] | |
[04:16.13] | My children will go |
[04:17.63] | |
[04:18.49] | As soon as they grow. |
[04:19.63] | |
[04:23.63] | Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them. |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:01.82] | Songs Title: north country blues |
[00:03.25] | |
[00:05.07] | Come gather round friends |
[00:07.26] | And Ill tell you a tale |
[00:10.56] | |
[00:11.31] | Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. |
[00:13.49] | |
[00:16.60] | But the cardboard filled windows |
[00:19.29] | And old men on the benches |
[00:21.28] | |
[00:22.54] | Tell you now that the whole town is empty. |
[00:26.10] | |
[00:30.85] | In the north end of town, |
[00:32.73] | My own children are grown |
[00:35.23] | |
[00:37.16] | But I was raised on the other. |
[00:42.51] | |
[00:43.51] | In the wee hours of youth, |
[00:46.26] | My mother took sick |
[00:48.93] | |
[00:50.85] | And I was brought up by my brother. |
[00:57.01] | The iron ore poured |
[00:58.88] | As the years passed the door, |
[01:03.83] | The drag lines an the shovels they was ahumming. |
[01:07.21] | |
[01:08.33] | til one day my brother |
[01:11.90] | Failed to come home |
[01:15.29] | The same as my father before him. |
[01:19.41] | |
[01:22.60] | Well a long winters wait, |
[01:25.26] | From the window I watched. |
[01:27.94] | |
[01:29.95] | My friends they couldnt have been kinder. |
[01:34.99] | And my schooling was cut |
[01:36.56] | As I quit in the spring |
[01:40.06] | |
[01:41.62] | To marry john thomas, a miner. |
[01:44.37] | |
[01:48.79] | Oh the years passed again |
[01:50.48] | And the givin was good, |
[01:52.23] | |
[01:55.31] | With the lunch bucket filled every season. |
[02:01.22] | What with three babies born, |
[02:03.40] | The work was cut down |
[02:06.48] | |
[02:07.72] | To a half a days shift with no reason. |
[02:10.44] | |
[02:15.09] | Then the shaft was soon shut |
[02:17.27] | And more work was cut, |
[02:21.67] | And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. |
[02:27.26] | |
[02:27.76] | til a man come to speak |
[02:30.13] | And he said in one week |
[02:31.74] | |
[02:34.63] | That number eleven was closin. |
[02:36.56] | |
[02:42.74] | They complained in the east, |
[02:44.68] | |
[02:45.31] | They are paying too high. |
[02:46.43] | |
[02:49.63] | They say that your ore aint worth digging. |
[02:51.88] | |
[02:55.88] | That its much cheaper down |
[02:58.24] | In the south american towns |
[03:00.52] | |
[03:02.84] | Where the miners work almost for nothing. |
[03:04.71] | |
[03:11.47] | So the mining gates locked |
[03:13.52] | And the red iron rotted |
[03:14.71] | |
[03:17.78] | And the room smelled heavy from drinking. |
[03:21.21] | |
[03:24.09] | Where the sad, silent song |
[03:25.71] | |
[03:26.28] | Made the hour twice as long |
[03:27.71] | |
[03:31.09] | As I waited for the sun to go sinking. |
[03:33.02] | |
[03:37.53] | I lived by the window |
[03:39.34] | As he talked to himself, |
[03:40.34] | |
[03:43.97] | This silence of tongues it was building. |
[03:45.90] | |
[03:49.96] | Then one mornings wake, |
[03:52.27] | The bed it was bare, |
[03:53.27] | |
[03:57.49] | And is left alone with three children. |
[03:59.06] | |
[04:03.75] | The summer is gone, |
[04:05.19] | The grounds turning cold, |
[04:06.25] | |
[04:09.88] | The stores one by one theyre afoldin. |
[04:11.88] | |
[04:16.13] | My children will go |
[04:17.63] | |
[04:18.49] | As soon as they grow. |
[04:19.63] | |
[04:23.63] | Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them. |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Dylan |
[00:01.00] | Artist: bob dylan |
[00:01.82] | Songs Title: north country blues |
[00:03.25] | |
[00:05.07] | Come gather round friends |
[00:07.26] | And Ill tell you a tale |
[00:10.56] | |
[00:11.31] | Of when the red iron pits ran plenty. |
[00:13.49] | |
[00:16.60] | But the cardboard filled windows |
[00:19.29] | And old men on the benches |
[00:21.28] | |
[00:22.54] | Tell you now that the whole town is empty. |
[00:26.10] | |
[00:30.85] | In the north end of town, |
[00:32.73] | My own children are grown |
[00:35.23] | |
[00:37.16] | But I was raised on the other. |
[00:42.51] | |
[00:43.51] | In the wee hours of youth, |
[00:46.26] | My mother took sick |
[00:48.93] | |
[00:50.85] | And I was brought up by my brother. |
[00:57.01] | The iron ore poured |
[00:58.88] | As the years passed the door, |
[01:03.83] | The drag lines an the shovels they was ahumming. |
[01:07.21] | |
[01:08.33] | til one day my brother |
[01:11.90] | Failed to come home |
[01:15.29] | The same as my father before him. |
[01:19.41] | |
[01:22.60] | Well a long winters wait, |
[01:25.26] | From the window I watched. |
[01:27.94] | |
[01:29.95] | My friends they couldnt have been kinder. |
[01:34.99] | And my schooling was cut |
[01:36.56] | As I quit in the spring |
[01:40.06] | |
[01:41.62] | To marry john thomas, a miner. |
[01:44.37] | |
[01:48.79] | Oh the years passed again |
[01:50.48] | And the givin was good, |
[01:52.23] | |
[01:55.31] | With the lunch bucket filled every season. |
[02:01.22] | What with three babies born, |
[02:03.40] | The work was cut down |
[02:06.48] | |
[02:07.72] | To a half a days shift with no reason. |
[02:10.44] | |
[02:15.09] | Then the shaft was soon shut |
[02:17.27] | And more work was cut, |
[02:21.67] | And the fire in the air, it felt frozen. |
[02:27.26] | |
[02:27.76] | til a man come to speak |
[02:30.13] | And he said in one week |
[02:31.74] | |
[02:34.63] | That number eleven was closin. |
[02:36.56] | |
[02:42.74] | They complained in the east, |
[02:44.68] | |
[02:45.31] | They are paying too high. |
[02:46.43] | |
[02:49.63] | They say that your ore aint worth digging. |
[02:51.88] | |
[02:55.88] | That its much cheaper down |
[02:58.24] | In the south american towns |
[03:00.52] | |
[03:02.84] | Where the miners work almost for nothing. |
[03:04.71] | |
[03:11.47] | So the mining gates locked |
[03:13.52] | And the red iron rotted |
[03:14.71] | |
[03:17.78] | And the room smelled heavy from drinking. |
[03:21.21] | |
[03:24.09] | Where the sad, silent song |
[03:25.71] | |
[03:26.28] | Made the hour twice as long |
[03:27.71] | |
[03:31.09] | As I waited for the sun to go sinking. |
[03:33.02] | |
[03:37.53] | I lived by the window |
[03:39.34] | As he talked to himself, |
[03:40.34] | |
[03:43.97] | This silence of tongues it was building. |
[03:45.90] | |
[03:49.96] | Then one mornings wake, |
[03:52.27] | The bed it was bare, |
[03:53.27] | |
[03:57.49] | And is left alone with three children. |
[03:59.06] | |
[04:03.75] | The summer is gone, |
[04:05.19] | The grounds turning cold, |
[04:06.25] | |
[04:09.88] | The stores one by one theyre afoldin. |
[04:11.88] | |
[04:16.13] | My children will go |
[04:17.63] | |
[04:18.49] | As soon as they grow. |
[04:19.63] | |
[04:23.63] | Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them. |
[00:01.00] | 艺术家:鲍勃迪伦 |
[00:01.82] | 歌曲名:北国布鲁斯 |
[00:05.07] | 过来吧朋友们 |
[00:07.26] | 我要给你们讲一个 |
[00:11.31] | 红铁矿兴盛时期的故事 |
[00:16.60] | 而纸板糊满了窗子 |
[00:19.29] | 坐在长椅上的老人们 |
[00:22.54] | 如今向你讲述着整个镇子的空旷寂寥 |
[00:30.85] | 在镇子的最北边 |
[00:32.73] | 我自己的孩子们长大了 |
[00:37.16] | 但我是在别处成长的 |
[00:43.51] | 在年少时凌晨 |
[00:46.26] | 我妈妈病倒了 |
[00:50.85] | 于是我被我哥哥带大 |
[00:57.01] | 铁矿涌现 |
[00:58.88] | 当岁月悄然溜出大门 |
[01:03.83] | 拖曳线和铁锹们嗡嗡作响 |
[01:08.33] | 直到有天我哥哥 |
[01:11.90] | 没能回到家 |
[01:15.29] | 就像我爸爸曾经那样 |
[01:22.60] | 一个漫长的冬天的等待 |
[01:25.26] | 透过窗子我观望着 |
[01:29.95] | 我的朋友们不能再友善了 |
[01:34.99] | 我辍学了 |
[01:36.56] | 当我在春天离开时 |
[01:41.62] | 嫁给了一个矿工,约翰·托马斯 |
[01:48.79] | 噢,岁月再度流逝 |
[01:50.48] | 它赐予的还不错 |
[01:55.31] | 粮食四季都充裕 |
[02:01.22] | 然而当三个孩子出世后 |
[02:03.40] | 工作被平白无故地 |
[02:07.72] | 消减了半天 |
[02:15.09] | 之后不久,矿井就停业了 |
[02:17.27] | 更多的工作被消减 |
[02:21.67] | 空气中的火焰都仿佛要结冰 |
[02:27.76] | 直到有个男人开口 |
[02:30.13] | 他说,在一周内 |
[02:34.63] | “11号”就要倒闭 |
[02:42.74] | 他们抱怨着在东边 |
[02:45.31] | 他们给的薪酬太高了 |
[02:49.63] | 他们嫌你的矿不值得开采 |
[02:55.88] | 它会便宜的多, |
[02:58.24] | 在美国南部的小镇 |
[03:02.84] | 那儿的矿工们几乎没什么薪酬 |
[03:11.47] | 所以,矿场大门上了锁 |
[03:13.52] | 红铁矿腐蚀着 |
[03:17.78] | 屋子里充斥着浓重的酒气 |
[03:24.09] | 和寂静的悲歌 |
[03:26.28] | 时间拉得无比漫长 |
[03:31.09] | 在我等着太阳落山的时候 |
[03:37.53] | 我待在窗边 |
[03:39.34] | 当他自言自语 |
[03:43.97] | 沉默之语正在成形 |
[03:49.96] | 之后一天清晨醒来的时候 |
[03:52.27] | 床上空荡荡的 |
[03:57.49] | 只留下了三个孩子 |
[04:03.75] | 夏天过去了 |
[04:05.19] | 大地转冷 |
[04:09.88] | 店铺陆续关门 |
[04:16.13] | 我的孩子们一长大 |
[04:18.49] | 就得离开了 |
[04:23.63] | 嗯,如今这儿没什么可以留住他们了 |