歌曲 | Saint Huck |
歌手 | Nick Cave |
专辑 | From Her to Eternity |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
Born of the river, | |
Born of its ever-changing, never-changing murky water | |
Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deck | |
If ya wanna catch a saint, | |
Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk... | |
'o come to me!, o come to me!' is what the dirty city | |
Say to huck... huck | |
Woah-woah, woah woah! | |
Woah-woah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Straight in the arms of the city goes huck, | |
Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity | |
Whistling his favorite river-song... | |
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano | |
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing-a-long | |
Huck senses somthing's wrong! | |
Sirens wail in the city, | |
And lil-ulysses turn to putty | |
And ol man river's got a bone to pick! | |
And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck! | |
He go, woah-woah, woah woah! | |
Woah-woah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye | |
Watches the city streets contract | |
Twist and cripple and crack. | |
Saint huck goes on a dog's-leg now | |
Saint huck goes on a dog's-leg now | |
You know the story! | |
Ya wake up one morning and you find you're a thug | |
Blowing smoke rings in some dive | |
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles | |
Ya bull neck bristling... | |
Still huck he ventures on whistling, | |
And death reckons huckleberry's time is up, | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Yonder go huck, minus pocket-watch an' wallet gone | |
Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton | |
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold'n'skinny dinners! | |
Saint huck-a-saint elvis, saint huck-a-saint elvis | |
O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long | |
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer | |
Life is but a dream! | |
But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river | |
For the dirty ol' man latrine! | |
The brothel shift | |
The hustle'n'the bustle and the green-backs rustle | |
And all the sexy-cash | |
And the randy-cars | |
And the two dollar fucks | |
O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck | |
Woah-woah-woah-woah | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
This is the track of deception | |
Leads to the heart of despair | |
Huck whistles like he just don't care | |
But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber | |
Lead pellets sleeps in there | |
Wake up! | |
Now huck whistles and he kneels | |
And he lays down there | |
See ya huck, good luck | |
A smoke ring hovers above his head | |
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come | |
And put a bullet through his eye | |
And the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin' and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin' by him woah-woah-woah-woah | |
Woah-woah-woah-woah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woah-woah-woah-woah | |
Woah-woah-woah-woah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woah-woah-woah-woah |
zuo ci : Cave | |
Born of the river, | |
Born of its everchanging, neverchanging murky water | |
Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deck | |
If ya wanna catch a saint, | |
Then bait ya hook, let' s take a walk... | |
' o come to me!, o come to me!' is what the dirty city | |
Say to huck... huck | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Straight in the arms of the city goes huck, | |
Down the beckonin' streets of oppotunity | |
Whistling his favorite riversong... | |
And a badblind nigger at the piano | |
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that singalong | |
Huck senses somthing' s wrong! | |
Sirens wail in the city, | |
And lilulysses turn to putty | |
And ol man river' s got a bone to pick! | |
And our boy' s hardly got a bone to suck! | |
He go, woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
The moooon, its huge cycloptic eye | |
Watches the city streets contract | |
Twist and cripple and crack. | |
Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now | |
Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now | |
You know the story! | |
Ya wake up one morning and you find you' re a thug | |
Blowing smoke rings in some dive | |
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles | |
Ya bull neck bristling... | |
Still huck he ventures on whistling, | |
And death reckons huckleberry' s time is up, | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Yonder go huck, minus pocketwatch an' wallet gone | |
Skin shrinkwraps his skeleton | |
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold' n' skinny dinners! | |
Saint huckasaint elvis, saint huckasaint elvis | |
O you recall the song ya used to singalong | |
Shifting the rivertrade on that ol' steamer | |
Life is but a dream! | |
But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river | |
For the dirty ol' man latrine! | |
The brothel shift | |
The hustle' n' the bustle and the greenbacks rustle | |
And all the sexycash | |
And the randycars | |
And the two dollar fucks | |
O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
This is the track of deception | |
Leads to the heart of despair | |
Huck whistles like he just don' t care | |
But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber | |
Lead pellets sleeps in there | |
Wake up! | |
Now huck whistles and he kneels | |
And he lays down there | |
See ya huck, good luck | |
A smoke ring hovers above his head | |
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come | |
And put a bullet through his eye | |
And the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin' and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin' by him woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah |
zuò cí : Cave | |
Born of the river, | |
Born of its everchanging, neverchanging murky water | |
Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great great greasy city huck standing like a saint, upon its deck | |
If ya wanna catch a saint, | |
Then bait ya hook, let' s take a walk... | |
' o come to me!, o come to me!' is what the dirty city | |
Say to huck... huck | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Straight in the arms of the city goes huck, | |
Down the beckonin' streets of oppotunity | |
Whistling his favorite riversong... | |
And a badblind nigger at the piano | |
Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that singalong | |
Huck senses somthing' s wrong! | |
Sirens wail in the city, | |
And lilulysses turn to putty | |
And ol man river' s got a bone to pick! | |
And our boy' s hardly got a bone to suck! | |
He go, woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Woahwoah, woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
The moooon, its huge cycloptic eye | |
Watches the city streets contract | |
Twist and cripple and crack. | |
Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now | |
Saint huck goes on a dog' sleg now | |
You know the story! | |
Ya wake up one morning and you find you' re a thug | |
Blowing smoke rings in some dive | |
Ya fingers hot and itchin, ya cracking ya knuckles | |
Ya bull neck bristling... | |
Still huck he ventures on whistling, | |
And death reckons huckleberry' s time is up, | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! | |
O woah woah woah! | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
Yonder go huck, minus pocketwatch an' wallet gone | |
Skin shrinkwraps his skeleton | |
No wonder he gets thinner, what with his cold' n' skinny dinners! | |
Saint huckasaint elvis, saint huckasaint elvis | |
O you recall the song ya used to singalong | |
Shifting the rivertrade on that ol' steamer | |
Life is but a dream! | |
But ya traded in the mighty ol' man river | |
For the dirty ol' man latrine! | |
The brothel shift | |
The hustle' n' the bustle and the greenbacks rustle | |
And all the sexycash | |
And the randycars | |
And the two dollar fucks | |
O o o ya outa luck, ya outa luck | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! huck! | |
This is the track of deception | |
Leads to the heart of despair | |
Huck whistles like he just don' t care | |
But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber | |
Lead pellets sleeps in there | |
Wake up! | |
Now huck whistles and he kneels | |
And he lays down there | |
See ya huck, good luck | |
A smoke ring hovers above his head | |
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come | |
And put a bullet through his eye | |
And the drip and the drip and the drip of the mississippi cryin' and saint huck hears his own mississippi just rollin' by him woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah | |
Saint huck! saint huck! saint huck! | |
Woahwoahwoahwoah |