They're Not Here, They're Not Coming 歌词

歌曲	They're Not Here, They're Not Coming
歌手	Don Henley
专辑	Inside Job
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Henley, Lynch
	(Don Henley/Stan Lynch)
	From the Arizona desert
	To the Salisbury
	Plain Lights on the horizon
	Patterns on the grain
	Anxious eyes turned upward
	Clutching souvenirs
	Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
	They swear there was an accident back in '47
	Little man with a great big head
	Splattered down from heaven
	Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies
	Hidden in the desert under endless skies
	Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No time for heroes, no place for good guys
	No room for
	Rocky The
	Flying Squirrel
	They're not here, they're not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your weary eyes back homeward
	Stop your trembling, dry your tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They're not here, they're not coming
	Would they pile into the saucer
	Find Orlando's rat and hug it?
	Go screaming through the universe
	Just to get
	McNuggets?
	Well, I don't think so,
	I don't think so
	It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange
	Here in a world that won't give
	Oprah no home on the range
	Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No authenticity, no sign of soul
	The radio won't play
	George and
	Merle They're not here, they're not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred '
	Til we lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my sister
	They're not here, they're not coming
	To this garden we were given
	And always took for granted
	It's like my daddy told me, “
	You just bloom where you're planted.”
	Now you long to be delivered
	From this world of pain and strife
	That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life (Solo)
	Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No place for sentiment, no room for romance
	Bring back the
	Duke of Earl
	They're not here, they're not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your hopes back homeward
	Hold your children, dry their tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They're not here, they're not coming
	They're not here, they're not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred
	And lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They're not here, they're not coming

	zuo ci : Henley, Lynch
	Don Henley Stan Lynch
	From the Arizona desert
	To the Salisbury
	Plain Lights on the horizon
	Patterns on the grain
	Anxious eyes turned upward
	Clutching souvenirs
	Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
	They swear there was an accident back in ' 47
	Little man with a great big head
	Splattered down from heaven
	Government conspiracy coverups and lies
	Hidden in the desert under endless skies
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No time for heroes, no place for good guys
	No room for
	Rocky The
	Flying Squirrel
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your weary eyes back homeward
	Stop your trembling, dry your tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Would they pile into the saucer
	Find Orlando' s rat and hug it?
	Go screaming through the universe
	Just to get
	McNuggets?
	Well, I don' t think so,
	I don' t think so
	It' s much too dangerous, it' s much too strange
	Here in a world that won' t give
	Oprah no home on the range
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No authenticity, no sign of soul
	The radio won' t play
	George and
	Merle They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred '
	Til we lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my sister
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	To this garden we were given
	And always took for granted
	It' s like my daddy told me, "
	You just bloom where you' re planted."
	Now you long to be delivered
	From this world of pain and strife
	That' s a sorry substitution for a spiritual life Solo
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No place for sentiment, no room for romance
	Bring back the
	Duke of Earl
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your hopes back homeward
	Hold your children, dry their tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred
	And lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming

	zuò cí : Henley, Lynch
	Don Henley Stan Lynch
	From the Arizona desert
	To the Salisbury
	Plain Lights on the horizon
	Patterns on the grain
	Anxious eyes turned upward
	Clutching souvenirs
	Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears
	They swear there was an accident back in ' 47
	Little man with a great big head
	Splattered down from heaven
	Government conspiracy coverups and lies
	Hidden in the desert under endless skies
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No time for heroes, no place for good guys
	No room for
	Rocky The
	Flying Squirrel
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your weary eyes back homeward
	Stop your trembling, dry your tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Would they pile into the saucer
	Find Orlando' s rat and hug it?
	Go screaming through the universe
	Just to get
	McNuggets?
	Well, I don' t think so,
	I don' t think so
	It' s much too dangerous, it' s much too strange
	Here in a world that won' t give
	Oprah no home on the range
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No authenticity, no sign of soul
	The radio won' t play
	George and
	Merle They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred '
	Til we lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my sister
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	To this garden we were given
	And always took for granted
	It' s like my daddy told me, "
	You just bloom where you' re planted."
	Now you long to be delivered
	From this world of pain and strife
	That' s a sorry substitution for a spiritual life Solo
	Well, it' s a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
	Post, postmodern world
	No place for sentiment, no room for romance
	Bring back the
	Duke of Earl
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years
	Turn your hopes back homeward
	Hold your children, dry their tears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	They' re not here, they' re not coming
	Not in a million years '
	Til we put away our hatred
	And lay aside our fears
	You may see the heavens flashing
	You may hear the cosmos humming
	But I promise you, my brother
	They' re not here, they' re not coming

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