| Song | Black-Throated Wind |
| Artist | Grateful Dead |
| Album | Steal Your Face! [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barlow, Weir | |
| Bringing me down, | |
| I'm running aground | |
| Blind in the light of the interstate cars. | |
| Passing me by, | |
| The busses and semis, | |
| Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars. | |
| But I'm here by the road, | |
| Bound to the load | |
| That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. | |
| Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, | |
| The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. | |
| The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a life where nothing is new. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light. | |
| Ohhh, I'm drowning in you. | |
| I left St. Louis, the City of Blues, | |
| In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. | |
| I tried to pretend it came to an end | |
| Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met. | |
| But I can't deny that times have gone by | |
| When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret | |
| And I was a man when all this began | |
| Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. | |
| The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in. | |
| And it speaks of a life that passes like dew. | |
| It's forced me to see that you've done better by me, | |
| Better by me than I've done by you. | |
| What's to be found, racing around, | |
| You carry your pain wherever you go. | |
| Full of the blues and trying to lose | |
| You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know. | |
| So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies | |
| Please help them to learn as well as to see | |
| Capture a glance and make it a dance | |
| Of looking at you looking at me. | |
| The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a lie that could almost be true. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light. | |
| I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do | |
| Goin back home that's what I'm gonna do | |
| Turnin' around, | |
| That's what I'm gonna do | |
| 'Cause you've done better by me | |
| Than I've done by you |
| zuo ci : Barlow, Weir | |
| Bringing me down, | |
| I' m running aground | |
| Blind in the light of the interstate cars. | |
| Passing me by, | |
| The busses and semis, | |
| Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars. | |
| But I' m here by the road, | |
| Bound to the load | |
| That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. | |
| Alone with the rush of the drivers who won' t pick me up, | |
| The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a life where nothing is new. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, I' m lost from the light. | |
| Ohhh, I' m drowning in you. | |
| I left St. Louis, the City of Blues, | |
| In the midst of a storm I' d rather forget. | |
| I tried to pretend it came to an end | |
| Cause you weren' t the woman I thought I once met. | |
| But I can' t deny that times have gone by | |
| When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret | |
| And I was a man when all this began | |
| Who wouldn' t think twice about being there yet. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in. | |
| And it speaks of a life that passes like dew. | |
| It' s forced me to see that you' ve done better by me, | |
| Better by me than I' ve done by you. | |
| What' s to be found, racing around, | |
| You carry your pain wherever you go. | |
| Full of the blues and trying to lose | |
| You ain' t gonna learn what you don' t want to know. | |
| So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies | |
| Please help them to learn as well as to see | |
| Capture a glance and make it a dance | |
| Of looking at you looking at me. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a lie that could almost be true. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light. | |
| I' m turning around, that' s what I' m gonna do | |
| Goin back home that' s what I' m gonna do | |
| Turnin' around, | |
| That' s what I' m gonna do | |
| ' Cause you' ve done better by me | |
| Than I' ve done by you |
| zuò cí : Barlow, Weir | |
| Bringing me down, | |
| I' m running aground | |
| Blind in the light of the interstate cars. | |
| Passing me by, | |
| The busses and semis, | |
| Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars. | |
| But I' m here by the road, | |
| Bound to the load | |
| That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. | |
| Alone with the rush of the drivers who won' t pick me up, | |
| The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a life where nothing is new. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, I' m lost from the light. | |
| Ohhh, I' m drowning in you. | |
| I left St. Louis, the City of Blues, | |
| In the midst of a storm I' d rather forget. | |
| I tried to pretend it came to an end | |
| Cause you weren' t the woman I thought I once met. | |
| But I can' t deny that times have gone by | |
| When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret | |
| And I was a man when all this began | |
| Who wouldn' t think twice about being there yet. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in. | |
| And it speaks of a life that passes like dew. | |
| It' s forced me to see that you' ve done better by me, | |
| Better by me than I' ve done by you. | |
| What' s to be found, racing around, | |
| You carry your pain wherever you go. | |
| Full of the blues and trying to lose | |
| You ain' t gonna learn what you don' t want to know. | |
| So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies | |
| Please help them to learn as well as to see | |
| Capture a glance and make it a dance | |
| Of looking at you looking at me. | |
| The blackthroated wind keeps on pouring in | |
| With its words of a lie that could almost be true. | |
| Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light. | |
| I' m turning around, that' s what I' m gonna do | |
| Goin back home that' s what I' m gonna do | |
| Turnin' around, | |
| That' s what I' m gonna do | |
| ' Cause you' ve done better by me | |
| Than I' ve done by you |