歌曲 | Quecreek Flood |
歌手 | Anaïs Mitchell |
专辑 | Hymns for the Exiled |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mitchell | |
It was late in July | |
At the Quecreek coal mine | |
When the water came rolling down | |
As black as bad blood | |
To where nine good men stood | |
Shuddering, shivering | |
And shouting for deliverance | |
Sure they would drown | |
And safe above ground | |
The boss paced around | |
Surveying the scene of the flood | |
After chasing away | |
The UNWA | |
So inspections were cheap | |
He didn't lose sleep | |
He just stood in the sun | |
What could we have done | |
He said this was an act of God | |
And the President came | |
From his party campaign | |
To shake every hero's right hand | |
After slashing the funds | |
For the miners' black lungs | |
And the regulations | |
God bless our nation | |
He said united we stand | |
And the anchor girl cried | |
When the miner's survived | |
She lauded her god in his glory | |
And the tired camera man | |
Packed up the van | |
And they wore the same frown | |
As they drove out of town | |
Where they found the next sellable story | |
And we who were raised | |
By invisible hands | |
And we who were raised | |
On government lies | |
The prodigal children | |
Of the promised land | |
Who's gonna open our eyes |
zuo qu : Mitchell | |
It was late in July | |
At the Quecreek coal mine | |
When the water came rolling down | |
As black as bad blood | |
To where nine good men stood | |
Shuddering, shivering | |
And shouting for deliverance | |
Sure they would drown | |
And safe above ground | |
The boss paced around | |
Surveying the scene of the flood | |
After chasing away | |
The UNWA | |
So inspections were cheap | |
He didn' t lose sleep | |
He just stood in the sun | |
What could we have done | |
He said this was an act of God | |
And the President came | |
From his party campaign | |
To shake every hero' s right hand | |
After slashing the funds | |
For the miners' black lungs | |
And the regulations | |
God bless our nation | |
He said united we stand | |
And the anchor girl cried | |
When the miner' s survived | |
She lauded her god in his glory | |
And the tired camera man | |
Packed up the van | |
And they wore the same frown | |
As they drove out of town | |
Where they found the next sellable story | |
And we who were raised | |
By invisible hands | |
And we who were raised | |
On government lies | |
The prodigal children | |
Of the promised land | |
Who' s gonna open our eyes |
zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
It was late in July | |
At the Quecreek coal mine | |
When the water came rolling down | |
As black as bad blood | |
To where nine good men stood | |
Shuddering, shivering | |
And shouting for deliverance | |
Sure they would drown | |
And safe above ground | |
The boss paced around | |
Surveying the scene of the flood | |
After chasing away | |
The UNWA | |
So inspections were cheap | |
He didn' t lose sleep | |
He just stood in the sun | |
What could we have done | |
He said this was an act of God | |
And the President came | |
From his party campaign | |
To shake every hero' s right hand | |
After slashing the funds | |
For the miners' black lungs | |
And the regulations | |
God bless our nation | |
He said united we stand | |
And the anchor girl cried | |
When the miner' s survived | |
She lauded her god in his glory | |
And the tired camera man | |
Packed up the van | |
And they wore the same frown | |
As they drove out of town | |
Where they found the next sellable story | |
And we who were raised | |
By invisible hands | |
And we who were raised | |
On government lies | |
The prodigal children | |
Of the promised land | |
Who' s gonna open our eyes |