Song | Shaking Hands (Soldier's Joy) |
Artist | Michelle Shocked |
Album | Arkansas Traveler |
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作词 : Shocked | |
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble | |
Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill | |
Though in battle, a brave man I resemble | |
Alone I am a coward without will | |
Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri | |
To the Show-Me-State militia I belong | |
And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side | |
I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be wrong | |
A rebel stand is no place for a traitor | |
A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will | |
Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her | |
Nor demand the fealty of her generals | |
I took a rifle ball in my shoulder | |
But my entire body filled with pain | |
I pleaded with them all at the field hospital | |
"Oh, God, another shot of morphine!" | |
Soldier's Joy, oh what's the point in pleasure | |
When it's only meant to kill the pain | |
Lay down my arms and take the coffin's measure | |
Or take up arms and send me out to fight again | |
Shaking hands...was I a coward, was I brave? | |
With shaking hands... I took the bitter pill | |
Tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save | |
What the bullet would not kill, the needle will |
zuo ci : Shocked | |
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble | |
Soldier' s Joy has been a bitter pill | |
Though in battle, a brave man I resemble | |
Alone I am a coward without will | |
Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri | |
To the ShowMeState militia I belong | |
And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side | |
I' d say five hundred thousand rebels can' t be wrong | |
A rebel stand is no place for a traitor | |
A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will | |
Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her | |
Nor demand the fealty of her generals | |
I took a rifle ball in my shoulder | |
But my entire body filled with pain | |
I pleaded with them all at the field hospital | |
" Oh, God, another shot of morphine!" | |
Soldier' s Joy, oh what' s the point in pleasure | |
When it' s only meant to kill the pain | |
Lay down my arms and take the coffin' s measure | |
Or take up arms and send me out to fight again | |
Shaking hands... was I a coward, was I brave? | |
With shaking hands... I took the bitter pill | |
Tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save | |
What the bullet would not kill, the needle will |
zuò cí : Shocked | |
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble | |
Soldier' s Joy has been a bitter pill | |
Though in battle, a brave man I resemble | |
Alone I am a coward without will | |
Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri | |
To the ShowMeState militia I belong | |
And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side | |
I' d say five hundred thousand rebels can' t be wrong | |
A rebel stand is no place for a traitor | |
A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will | |
Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her | |
Nor demand the fealty of her generals | |
I took a rifle ball in my shoulder | |
But my entire body filled with pain | |
I pleaded with them all at the field hospital | |
" Oh, God, another shot of morphine!" | |
Soldier' s Joy, oh what' s the point in pleasure | |
When it' s only meant to kill the pain | |
Lay down my arms and take the coffin' s measure | |
Or take up arms and send me out to fight again | |
Shaking hands... was I a coward, was I brave? | |
With shaking hands... I took the bitter pill | |
Tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save | |
What the bullet would not kill, the needle will |