Song | Papa Won't Leave You, Henry |
Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
Album | Henry's Dream |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cave | |
I went out walking the other day | |
The wind hung wet around my neck | |
My head it rung with screams and groans | |
From the night i spent amongst her bones | |
I passed beside the mission house | |
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, | |
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead | |
Well, i thought about my friend, michel | |
How they rolled him in linoleum | |
And shot him in the neck | |
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble | |
Circling his head | |
And i bellowed at the firmament | |
Looks like the rains are hear to stay | |
And the rain pissed down upon me | |
And washed me all away | |
Saying | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won't leave you, henry | |
So there ain't no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Well, the moon it looked exhausted | |
Like something you should pity | |
Spent an age-spotted | |
Above the sizzling wires of the city | |
Well, it reminded me of her face | |
Her bleached and hungry eyes | |
Her hair was like a curtain | |
Falling open with the laughter | |
And closing with the lies | |
But the ghost of her still lingers on | |
Though she's passed through me | |
And is gone | |
The slum dogs, they are barking | |
And the rain children on the streets | |
And the tears that we will weep today | |
Will all be washed away | |
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
For the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won't leave you, henry | |
So there ain't no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i came upon a little house | |
A little house upon a hill | |
And i entered through, the curtain hissed | |
Into the house with its blood-red bowels | |
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists | |
Crawled the ceilings and the walls | |
They filled me full of drink | |
And led me round the rooms | |
Naked and cold and grinning | |
Until everything went black | |
And i came down spinning | |
I awoke so drunk and full of rage | |
That i could hardly speak | |
A fag in a whale-bone corset | |
Draping his dick across my cheek | |
And its into the shame | |
And its into a guilt | |
And its into the fucking fray | |
And the walls ran red around me | |
A warm arterial spray | |
Saying | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Well, the night is dark | |
And the night is deep | |
And its jaws are open wide | |
But papa won't leave you, henry | |
So there ain't no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
It's the rainy season where i'm living | |
Death comes leaping out of every doorway | |
Wasting you for money, for your clothes | |
And for your nothing | |
Entire towns being washed away | |
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways | |
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains | |
The mad heat and the relentless rains | |
And if you stick your arm into that hole | |
It comes out sheared off to the bone | |
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips | |
I swiped the rain and nearly missed | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Singing | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Papa won't leave you, henry | |
Papa won't leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won't leave you, henry | |
So there ain't no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Bent beneath my heavy load | |
Under his heavy load | |
Yeah, i went on down the road | |
Yeah, he went on down the road | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
And i went on down that road |
zuo ci : Cave | |
I went out walking the other day | |
The wind hung wet around my neck | |
My head it rung with screams and groans | |
From the night i spent amongst her bones | |
I passed beside the mission house | |
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, | |
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead | |
Well, i thought about my friend, michel | |
How they rolled him in linoleum | |
And shot him in the neck | |
A bloody halo, like a thinkbubble | |
Circling his head | |
And i bellowed at the firmament | |
Looks like the rains are hear to stay | |
And the rain pissed down upon me | |
And washed me all away | |
Saying | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Well, the moon it looked exhausted | |
Like something you should pity | |
Spent an agespotted | |
Above the sizzling wires of the city | |
Well, it reminded me of her face | |
Her bleached and hungry eyes | |
Her hair was like a curtain | |
Falling open with the laughter | |
And closing with the lies | |
But the ghost of her still lingers on | |
Though she' s passed through me | |
And is gone | |
The slum dogs, they are barking | |
And the rain children on the streets | |
And the tears that we will weep today | |
Will all be washed away | |
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
For the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i came upon a little house | |
A little house upon a hill | |
And i entered through, the curtain hissed | |
Into the house with its bloodred bowels | |
Where wetlipped women with greasy fists | |
Crawled the ceilings and the walls | |
They filled me full of drink | |
And led me round the rooms | |
Naked and cold and grinning | |
Until everything went black | |
And i came down spinning | |
I awoke so drunk and full of rage | |
That i could hardly speak | |
A fag in a whalebone corset | |
Draping his dick across my cheek | |
And its into the shame | |
And its into a guilt | |
And its into the fucking fray | |
And the walls ran red around me | |
A warm arterial spray | |
Saying | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the night is dark | |
And the night is deep | |
And its jaws are open wide | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
It' s the rainy season where i' m living | |
Death comes leaping out of every doorway | |
Wasting you for money, for your clothes | |
And for your nothing | |
Entire towns being washed away | |
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways | |
Lynchmobs, death squads, babies being born without brains | |
The mad heat and the relentless rains | |
And if you stick your arm into that hole | |
It comes out sheared off to the bone | |
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips | |
I swiped the rain and nearly missed | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Singing | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Bent beneath my heavy load | |
Under his heavy load | |
Yeah, i went on down the road | |
Yeah, he went on down the road | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
And i went on down that road |
zuò cí : Cave | |
I went out walking the other day | |
The wind hung wet around my neck | |
My head it rung with screams and groans | |
From the night i spent amongst her bones | |
I passed beside the mission house | |
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend, | |
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead | |
Well, i thought about my friend, michel | |
How they rolled him in linoleum | |
And shot him in the neck | |
A bloody halo, like a thinkbubble | |
Circling his head | |
And i bellowed at the firmament | |
Looks like the rains are hear to stay | |
And the rain pissed down upon me | |
And washed me all away | |
Saying | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Well, the moon it looked exhausted | |
Like something you should pity | |
Spent an agespotted | |
Above the sizzling wires of the city | |
Well, it reminded me of her face | |
Her bleached and hungry eyes | |
Her hair was like a curtain | |
Falling open with the laughter | |
And closing with the lies | |
But the ghost of her still lingers on | |
Though she' s passed through me | |
And is gone | |
The slum dogs, they are barking | |
And the rain children on the streets | |
And the tears that we will weep today | |
Will all be washed away | |
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
For the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i came upon a little house | |
A little house upon a hill | |
And i entered through, the curtain hissed | |
Into the house with its bloodred bowels | |
Where wetlipped women with greasy fists | |
Crawled the ceilings and the walls | |
They filled me full of drink | |
And led me round the rooms | |
Naked and cold and grinning | |
Until everything went black | |
And i came down spinning | |
I awoke so drunk and full of rage | |
That i could hardly speak | |
A fag in a whalebone corset | |
Draping his dick across my cheek | |
And its into the shame | |
And its into a guilt | |
And its into the fucking fray | |
And the walls ran red around me | |
A warm arterial spray | |
Saying | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the night is dark | |
And the night is deep | |
And its jaws are open wide | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
It' s the rainy season where i' m living | |
Death comes leaping out of every doorway | |
Wasting you for money, for your clothes | |
And for your nothing | |
Entire towns being washed away | |
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways | |
Lynchmobs, death squads, babies being born without brains | |
The mad heat and the relentless rains | |
And if you stick your arm into that hole | |
It comes out sheared off to the bone | |
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips | |
I swiped the rain and nearly missed | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Singing | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Papa won' t leave you, henry | |
Papa won' t leave you, boy | |
Well, the road is long | |
And the road is hard | |
And many fall by the side | |
But papa won' t leave you, henry | |
So there ain' t no need to cry | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
And i went on down the road | |
He went on down the road | |
Bent beneath my heavy load | |
Under his heavy load | |
Yeah, i went on down the road | |
Yeah, he went on down the road | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
Woah, woah | |
And i went on down that road |