| 作曲 : Dylan | |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| early one mornin' the sun was shinin', | |
| i was layin' in bed | |
| wond'rin' if she'd changed at all | |
| if her hair was still red. | |
| her folks they said our lives together | |
| sure was gonna be rough | |
| they never did like mama's homemade dress | |
| papa's bankbook wasn't big enough. | |
| and i was standin' on the side of the road | |
| rain fallin' on my shoes | |
| heading out for the east coast | |
| lord knows i've paid some dues gettin' through, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was married when we first met | |
| soon to be divorced | |
| i helped her out of a jam, i guess, | |
| but i used a little too much force. | |
| we drove that car as far as we could | |
| abandoned it out west | |
| split up on a dark sad night | |
| both agreeing it was best. | |
| she turned around to look at me | |
| as i was walkin' away | |
| i heard her say over my shoulder, | |
| we'll meet again some day on the avenue | |
| tangled up in blue | |
| i had a job in the great north woods | |
| working as a cook for a spell | |
| but i never did like it all that much | |
| and one day the ax just fell. | |
| so i drifted down to new orleans | |
| where i was lucky just to be employed | |
| workin' for a while on a fishin' boat | |
| right outside of delacroix. | |
| but all the while i was alone | |
| the past was close behind, | |
| i seen a lot of women | |
| but she never escaped my mind, and i just grew | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was workin' in a topless place | |
| and i stopped in for a beer, | |
| i just kept lookin' at the side of her face | |
| in the spotlight so clear. | |
| and later on as the crowd thinned out | |
| i's just about to do the same, | |
| she was standing there in back of my chair | |
| said to me, don't i know your name? i muttered somethin' underneath my breath, | |
| she studied the lines on my face. | |
| i must admit i felt a little uneasy | |
| when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe | |
| \i thought you'd never say hello,\ she said | |
| \you look like the silent type.\<br>then she opened up a book of poems | |
| and handed it to me | |
| written by an italian poet | |
| from the thirteenth century. | |
| and every one of them words rang true | |
| and glowed like burnin' coal | |
| pourin' off of every page | |
| like it was written in my soul from me to you, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| i lived with them on montague street | |
| in a basement down the stairs, | |
| there was music in the cafes at night | |
| and revolution in the air. | |
| then he started into dealing with slaves | |
| and something inside of him died. | |
| she had to sell everything she owned | |
| and froze up inside. | |
| and when finally the bottom fell out | |
| i became withdrawn, | |
| the only thing i knew how to do | |
| was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| so now i'm goin' back again, | |
| i got to get to her somehow. | |
| all the people we used to know | |
| they're an illusion to me now. | |
| some are mathematicians | |
| some are carpenter's wives. | |
| don't know how it all got started, | |
| i don't know what they're doin' with their lives. | |
| but me, i'm still on the road | |
| headin' for another joint | |
| we always did feel the same, | |
| we just saw it from a different point of view, | |
| tangled up in blue. |
| zuo qu : Dylan | |
| zuo ci : Dylan | |
| early one mornin' the sun was shinin', | |
| i was layin' in bed | |
| wond' rin' if she' d changed at all | |
| if her hair was still red. | |
| her folks they said our lives together | |
| sure was gonna be rough | |
| they never did like mama' s homemade dress | |
| papa' s bankbook wasn' t big enough. | |
| and i was standin' on the side of the road | |
| rain fallin' on my shoes | |
| heading out for the east coast | |
| lord knows i' ve paid some dues gettin' through, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was married when we first met | |
| soon to be divorced | |
| i helped her out of a jam, i guess, | |
| but i used a little too much force. | |
| we drove that car as far as we could | |
| abandoned it out west | |
| split up on a dark sad night | |
| both agreeing it was best. | |
| she turned around to look at me | |
| as i was walkin' away | |
| i heard her say over my shoulder, | |
| we' ll meet again some day on the avenue | |
| tangled up in blue | |
| i had a job in the great north woods | |
| working as a cook for a spell | |
| but i never did like it all that much | |
| and one day the ax just fell. | |
| so i drifted down to new orleans | |
| where i was lucky just to be employed | |
| workin' for a while on a fishin' boat | |
| right outside of delacroix. | |
| but all the while i was alone | |
| the past was close behind, | |
| i seen a lot of women | |
| but she never escaped my mind, and i just grew | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was workin' in a topless place | |
| and i stopped in for a beer, | |
| i just kept lookin' at the side of her face | |
| in the spotlight so clear. | |
| and later on as the crowd thinned out | |
| i' s just about to do the same, | |
| she was standing there in back of my chair | |
| said to me, don' t i know your name? i muttered somethin' underneath my breath, | |
| she studied the lines on my face. | |
| i must admit i felt a little uneasy | |
| when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe | |
| i thought you' d never say hello, she said | |
| you look like the silent type. br then she opened up a book of poems | |
| and handed it to me | |
| written by an italian poet | |
| from the thirteenth century. | |
| and every one of them words rang true | |
| and glowed like burnin' coal | |
| pourin' off of every page | |
| like it was written in my soul from me to you, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| i lived with them on montague street | |
| in a basement down the stairs, | |
| there was music in the cafes at night | |
| and revolution in the air. | |
| then he started into dealing with slaves | |
| and something inside of him died. | |
| she had to sell everything she owned | |
| and froze up inside. | |
| and when finally the bottom fell out | |
| i became withdrawn, | |
| the only thing i knew how to do | |
| was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| so now i' m goin' back again, | |
| i got to get to her somehow. | |
| all the people we used to know | |
| they' re an illusion to me now. | |
| some are mathematicians | |
| some are carpenter' s wives. | |
| don' t know how it all got started, | |
| i don' t know what they' re doin' with their lives. | |
| but me, i' m still on the road | |
| headin' for another joint | |
| we always did feel the same, | |
| we just saw it from a different point of view, | |
| tangled up in blue. |
| zuò qǔ : Dylan | |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| early one mornin' the sun was shinin', | |
| i was layin' in bed | |
| wond' rin' if she' d changed at all | |
| if her hair was still red. | |
| her folks they said our lives together | |
| sure was gonna be rough | |
| they never did like mama' s homemade dress | |
| papa' s bankbook wasn' t big enough. | |
| and i was standin' on the side of the road | |
| rain fallin' on my shoes | |
| heading out for the east coast | |
| lord knows i' ve paid some dues gettin' through, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was married when we first met | |
| soon to be divorced | |
| i helped her out of a jam, i guess, | |
| but i used a little too much force. | |
| we drove that car as far as we could | |
| abandoned it out west | |
| split up on a dark sad night | |
| both agreeing it was best. | |
| she turned around to look at me | |
| as i was walkin' away | |
| i heard her say over my shoulder, | |
| we' ll meet again some day on the avenue | |
| tangled up in blue | |
| i had a job in the great north woods | |
| working as a cook for a spell | |
| but i never did like it all that much | |
| and one day the ax just fell. | |
| so i drifted down to new orleans | |
| where i was lucky just to be employed | |
| workin' for a while on a fishin' boat | |
| right outside of delacroix. | |
| but all the while i was alone | |
| the past was close behind, | |
| i seen a lot of women | |
| but she never escaped my mind, and i just grew | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she was workin' in a topless place | |
| and i stopped in for a beer, | |
| i just kept lookin' at the side of her face | |
| in the spotlight so clear. | |
| and later on as the crowd thinned out | |
| i' s just about to do the same, | |
| she was standing there in back of my chair | |
| said to me, don' t i know your name? i muttered somethin' underneath my breath, | |
| she studied the lines on my face. | |
| i must admit i felt a little uneasy | |
| when she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe | |
| i thought you' d never say hello, she said | |
| you look like the silent type. br then she opened up a book of poems | |
| and handed it to me | |
| written by an italian poet | |
| from the thirteenth century. | |
| and every one of them words rang true | |
| and glowed like burnin' coal | |
| pourin' off of every page | |
| like it was written in my soul from me to you, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| i lived with them on montague street | |
| in a basement down the stairs, | |
| there was music in the cafes at night | |
| and revolution in the air. | |
| then he started into dealing with slaves | |
| and something inside of him died. | |
| she had to sell everything she owned | |
| and froze up inside. | |
| and when finally the bottom fell out | |
| i became withdrawn, | |
| the only thing i knew how to do | |
| was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew, | |
| tangled up in blue. | |
| so now i' m goin' back again, | |
| i got to get to her somehow. | |
| all the people we used to know | |
| they' re an illusion to me now. | |
| some are mathematicians | |
| some are carpenter' s wives. | |
| don' t know how it all got started, | |
| i don' t know what they' re doin' with their lives. | |
| but me, i' m still on the road | |
| headin' for another joint | |
| we always did feel the same, | |
| we just saw it from a different point of view, | |
| tangled up in blue. |
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