作词 : MORRISSEY, STEVEN/STREET, STEVEN | |
(Winter coming | |
Winter for sure, For sure | |
Oh, winter for sure | |
Winter - the snow, winter moves on) | |
The last night on Maudlin Street | |
Goodbye house - goodbye stairs | |
I was born here, I was raised here and | |
I took some stick here | |
Love at first sight may sound trite | |
But it's true, you know | |
I could list the details | |
Of everything you ever wore | |
Or said, or how you stood that day | |
As we spend the last night on Maudlin Street | |
"Goodbye house, forever!" | |
I never stole a happy hour around here | |
Where the world's ugliest boy | |
He became what you see | |
Here I am - the ugliest man | |
Oh the last night on Maudlin Street | |
Truly I do love you | |
Oh, truly I do love you | |
When I sleep with that picture of | |
You framed beside my bed | |
Oh, it's childish and it's silly | |
But I think it's you in my room | |
By the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...) | |
And I know I took strange pills | |
But I never meant to hurt you | |
Oh, truly I love you | |
Came home late one night | |
Everyone had gone to bed | |
But you know, no one stays up for you | |
I had sixteen stitches all around my head | |
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street | |
So, he drove me home in the van | |
complaining: "Women only like me for my mind.." | |
Don't leave your torch behind, a power-cut ahead 1972, you know | |
And so we crept through the park | |
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you | |
But you without clothes | |
Oh I could not keep a straight face | |
Me - without clothes? | |
Well, a nation turns its back and gags.. | |
and I'm packed | |
I am moving house | |
A half-life disappears today | |
With every hag waves me on | |
Secretly wishing me gone | |
Well, I will be soon | |
Oh - I will be soon, I will be soon.. | |
There were bad times on Maudlin Street | |
They took you away in a police car | |
Dear Inspector - don't you know? | |
Don't you care? Don't you know about Love? | |
Your gran died and your mother died | |
On Maudlin Street | |
In pain and ashamed | |
With never time to say | |
Those special things | |
I took the keys from Maudlin Street | |
Well, it's only bricks and mortar! | |
Oh.. truly I love you | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
I hope you're singing now | |
Oh I do, I hope you're singing now |
zuo ci : MORRISSEY, STEVEN STREET, STEVEN | |
Winter coming | |
Winter for sure, For sure | |
Oh, winter for sure | |
Winter the snow, winter moves on | |
The last night on Maudlin Street | |
Goodbye house goodbye stairs | |
I was born here, I was raised here and | |
I took some stick here | |
Love at first sight may sound trite | |
But it' s true, you know | |
I could list the details | |
Of everything you ever wore | |
Or said, or how you stood that day | |
As we spend the last night on Maudlin Street | |
" Goodbye house, forever!" | |
I never stole a happy hour around here | |
Where the world' s ugliest boy | |
He became what you see | |
Here I am the ugliest man | |
Oh the last night on Maudlin Street | |
Truly I do love you | |
Oh, truly I do love you | |
When I sleep with that picture of | |
You framed beside my bed | |
Oh, it' s childish and it' s silly | |
But I think it' s you in my room | |
By the bed ... yes, I told you it was silly... | |
And I know I took strange pills | |
But I never meant to hurt you | |
Oh, truly I love you | |
Came home late one night | |
Everyone had gone to bed | |
But you know, no one stays up for you | |
I had sixteen stitches all around my head | |
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street | |
So, he drove me home in the van | |
complaining: " Women only like me for my mind.." | |
Don' t leave your torch behind, a powercut ahead 1972, you know | |
And so we crept through the park | |
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you | |
But you without clothes | |
Oh I could not keep a straight face | |
Me without clothes? | |
Well, a nation turns its back and gags.. | |
and I' m packed | |
I am moving house | |
A halflife disappears today | |
With every hag waves me on | |
Secretly wishing me gone | |
Well, I will be soon | |
Oh I will be soon, I will be soon.. | |
There were bad times on Maudlin Street | |
They took you away in a police car | |
Dear Inspector don' t you know? | |
Don' t you care? Don' t you know about Love? | |
Your gran died and your mother died | |
On Maudlin Street | |
In pain and ashamed | |
With never time to say | |
Those special things | |
I took the keys from Maudlin Street | |
Well, it' s only bricks and mortar! | |
Oh.. truly I love you | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
I hope you' re singing now | |
Oh I do, I hope you' re singing now |
zuò cí : MORRISSEY, STEVEN STREET, STEVEN | |
Winter coming | |
Winter for sure, For sure | |
Oh, winter for sure | |
Winter the snow, winter moves on | |
The last night on Maudlin Street | |
Goodbye house goodbye stairs | |
I was born here, I was raised here and | |
I took some stick here | |
Love at first sight may sound trite | |
But it' s true, you know | |
I could list the details | |
Of everything you ever wore | |
Or said, or how you stood that day | |
As we spend the last night on Maudlin Street | |
" Goodbye house, forever!" | |
I never stole a happy hour around here | |
Where the world' s ugliest boy | |
He became what you see | |
Here I am the ugliest man | |
Oh the last night on Maudlin Street | |
Truly I do love you | |
Oh, truly I do love you | |
When I sleep with that picture of | |
You framed beside my bed | |
Oh, it' s childish and it' s silly | |
But I think it' s you in my room | |
By the bed ... yes, I told you it was silly... | |
And I know I took strange pills | |
But I never meant to hurt you | |
Oh, truly I love you | |
Came home late one night | |
Everyone had gone to bed | |
But you know, no one stays up for you | |
I had sixteen stitches all around my head | |
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street | |
So, he drove me home in the van | |
complaining: " Women only like me for my mind.." | |
Don' t leave your torch behind, a powercut ahead 1972, you know | |
And so we crept through the park | |
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you | |
But you without clothes | |
Oh I could not keep a straight face | |
Me without clothes? | |
Well, a nation turns its back and gags.. | |
and I' m packed | |
I am moving house | |
A halflife disappears today | |
With every hag waves me on | |
Secretly wishing me gone | |
Well, I will be soon | |
Oh I will be soon, I will be soon.. | |
There were bad times on Maudlin Street | |
They took you away in a police car | |
Dear Inspector don' t you know? | |
Don' t you care? Don' t you know about Love? | |
Your gran died and your mother died | |
On Maudlin Street | |
In pain and ashamed | |
With never time to say | |
Those special things | |
I took the keys from Maudlin Street | |
Well, it' s only bricks and mortar! | |
Oh.. truly I love you | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
Wherever you are | |
I hope you' re singing now | |
Oh I do, I hope you' re singing now |