歌曲 | Damn It Rose |
歌手 | Don Henley |
专辑 | Inside Job |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Henley, Lynch | |
(Don Henley/Stan Lynch) | |
Maybe just a good night's sleep | |
Would have changed your troubled mind | |
From that rather permanent decision | |
So tragic, so unkind | |
Now, pain is what you've given | |
And sleep is what you'll get | |
So far away from that sweet baby child | |
Who hardly knew you yet | |
Now he'll grow up to be a fighter | |
Full of anger, full of shame | |
Like all the other haunted children | |
Who wonder why they came | |
And he'll be in and out of trouble | |
Until he stands up or he falls | |
But there will always be a shadow there | |
No matter how it goes | |
Damn it, Rose | |
Is this another cryptic message | |
Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
If there's a lesson to be learned from this | |
Well, I don't know what it is | |
You could have given us the finger | |
Much more constructively than that | |
Now I sit here with the | |
MTV And your bloated, | |
Burmese cat | |
We're being treated to the wisdom | |
Of some puffed up little fart | |
Doing exactly what | |
I used to do— | |
Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
He speaks the language of a warrior | |
He mounts his misinformed attack | |
He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
But there's a logo on his back | |
And it's a hollow rebellion | |
As rebellions mostly are | |
It's just another raging tempest in a jar | |
And the seasons keep on changing | |
And the wind blows hot and cold | |
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
As it ebbs and flows | |
Damn it, Rose |
zuo ci : Henley, Lynch | |
Don Henley Stan Lynch | |
Maybe just a good night' s sleep | |
Would have changed your troubled mind | |
From that rather permanent decision | |
So tragic, so unkind | |
Now, pain is what you' ve given | |
And sleep is what you' ll get | |
So far away from that sweet baby child | |
Who hardly knew you yet | |
Now he' ll grow up to be a fighter | |
Full of anger, full of shame | |
Like all the other haunted children | |
Who wonder why they came | |
And he' ll be in and out of trouble | |
Until he stands up or he falls | |
But there will always be a shadow there | |
No matter how it goes | |
Damn it, Rose | |
Is this another cryptic message | |
Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
If there' s a lesson to be learned from this | |
Well, I don' t know what it is | |
You could have given us the finger | |
Much more constructively than that | |
Now I sit here with the | |
MTV And your bloated, | |
Burmese cat | |
We' re being treated to the wisdom | |
Of some puffed up little fart | |
Doing exactly what | |
I used to do | |
Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
He speaks the language of a warrior | |
He mounts his misinformed attack | |
He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
But there' s a logo on his back | |
And it' s a hollow rebellion | |
As rebellions mostly are | |
It' s just another raging tempest in a jar | |
And the seasons keep on changing | |
And the wind blows hot and cold | |
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
As it ebbs and flows | |
Damn it, Rose |
zuò cí : Henley, Lynch | |
Don Henley Stan Lynch | |
Maybe just a good night' s sleep | |
Would have changed your troubled mind | |
From that rather permanent decision | |
So tragic, so unkind | |
Now, pain is what you' ve given | |
And sleep is what you' ll get | |
So far away from that sweet baby child | |
Who hardly knew you yet | |
Now he' ll grow up to be a fighter | |
Full of anger, full of shame | |
Like all the other haunted children | |
Who wonder why they came | |
And he' ll be in and out of trouble | |
Until he stands up or he falls | |
But there will always be a shadow there | |
No matter how it goes | |
Damn it, Rose | |
Is this another cryptic message | |
Or some kind of cosmic quiz | |
If there' s a lesson to be learned from this | |
Well, I don' t know what it is | |
You could have given us the finger | |
Much more constructively than that | |
Now I sit here with the | |
MTV And your bloated, | |
Burmese cat | |
We' re being treated to the wisdom | |
Of some puffed up little fart | |
Doing exactly what | |
I used to do | |
Pretentions to anarchy and art | |
He speaks the language of a warrior | |
He mounts his misinformed attack | |
He wears the clothes of a dissenter | |
But there' s a logo on his back | |
And it' s a hollow rebellion | |
As rebellions mostly are | |
It' s just another raging tempest in a jar | |
And the seasons keep on changing | |
And the wind blows hot and cold | |
Wish that you were here with us to watch this tide | |
As it ebbs and flows | |
Damn it, Rose |